to come home With the thrust of a switchblade on the grip of a madman And the waters of Bodom turn a blood shade of red As the Children Of Bodom lake
come home With the thrust of a switchblade on the grip of a madman And the waters of Bodom turn a blood shade of red As the Children Of Bodom lake
Tradução: Children of Bodom. Noche silenciosa, noche Bodom.
come home With the thrust of a switchblade on the grip of a madman And the waters of Bodom turn a blood shade of red As the Children Of Bodom lake their