Your Days Are Numbered - Children Of Bodom

Gonna do it my way,

promise that one day

all of you are going down.

Really just can’t wait

to free this pure hate.

And that sure as hell is gonna hurt.

Do you remember, thinking I’d surrender

as if I would bow to you.

I’m always gonna scream 'n' spit,

have a fucking shitfit just wait

and you will see.

The shining blade of mine,

has spillen blood before.

Dismal, dark feeling,

is knocking at my door.

Your name on my blade, I won’t erase

until I get to cut my name on your face.

This violent rage, I just can’t control it anymore

You better pray to god, as I drink your blood

and spit it in your fucking ugly face.

On the edge of madness

riled up, obsessed to see you suffer as you die.

Wathch the sun going down, like the whore that you are

Wait for the moon raising up like my insanity, it’s on.

Contet to set you free,

you’re shackled, I hold the key.

Your days are numbered at thirty three

come here just follow me.

It will be quick, you will see.

'cause your days are numbered at thirty fucking three.