paroles de chanson Silent Night, Bodom Night - Children of Bodom
                                                On 
                                                the 
                                                eve 
                                                of 
                                                their 
                                                death
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                are 
                                                baptized
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                unholy 
                                                waters 
                                                of 
                                                Bodom
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                no 
                                                hint 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                torture 
                                                awaiting
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                greet 
                                                them 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                break 
                                                of 
                                                dawn
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                the 
                                                reaper 
                                                wants 
                                                more...
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                the 
                                                calm 
                                                is 
                                                setting 
                                                in
 
                                    
                                
                                                We'll 
                                                watch 
                                                it 
                                                swiftly 
                                                disappear
 
                                    
                                
                                                Too 
                                                many 
                                                years 
                                                of 
                                                silence
 
                                    
                                
                                                Soon 
                                                he's 
                                                bound 
                                                to 
                                                reappear
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                Reaper
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                calling 
                                                for 
                                                you 
                                                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
 
                                    
                                
                                                Take 
                                                their 
                                                last 
                                                breath
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                the 
                                                calm 
                                                is 
                                                setting 
                                                in
 
                                    
                                
                                                We'll 
                                                watch 
                                                it 
                                                swiftly 
                                                disappear
 
                                    
                                
                                                Too 
                                                many 
                                                years 
                                                of 
                                                silence
 
                                    
                                
                                                Soon 
                                                he's 
                                                bound 
                                                to 
                                                reappear
 
                                    
                                
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