Текст Talvisota Sabaton

Rise of nations pride.

Russians on a way 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 coctail in hand.
No fear of their tanks.
Death or glory.

Rise, nations pride.
Hold whats yours.
Strike’em were it hurts.

Fight, hold your ground.
Winter war.
Reinforce the line.

A slice of a knife to a throat,
And their blood turns to ice
TALVISOTA!

Rise, nations pride.
Hold whats yours.
Strike’em were it hurts.

Fight, hold your ground.
Winter war.
Reinforce the line.