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!