Sabaton

Rise of nations pride!

Russians on a route to ruin
Kreml is more than 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 what's yours!
Strike 'em where 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!