Talvisota

Sabaton

   Rise of nations pride
   
   Russians on a route to ruin
   Kreml is more then certain to win
   Sent away an army to the west
   
   Blizzard reigned the ground were chosen
   Snow was deep and hell were frozen
   Stalin were too eager to invade
   
   He thought of the might he possessed
   And not of his foe
   Rage of winter
   
   Rise, nations pride
   Hold whats yours
   Strike'em were it hurts
   
   Fight, hold your ground
   Winter war
   Reinforce the line
   
   Split them into small divisions
   Rip 'em of the conquest visions
   Motti tactics used with great result
   
   Snipers move unseen in snowfall
   Force them to retreat and recall
   Fight the Russian rule and their demand
   
   With Molotov cocktail in hand
   No fear of their tanks
   Death or glory
   
   A slice of a knife to a throat
   And their blood turns to ice
   Talvisota!