Children of bodom- follow the reaper
Tonight, the world is ours!
What the f**k is up, motherf**kers- this is Winds of Plague on that two thousand eight sh*t...
We've got the world in the palm of our hands,
Bustas fall down when we're barking commands-
Atlas ain't got sh*t on our steez,
Kick out the chair and get on your knees