In this trench we lie, this trench of ice and snow In this trench we wait for the enemy to show
The red are dug in well in the village that we burnt At eight we will attack on commander Siilasvuo's order Relentless winter howls, the wind and snow brings white death But the greatest pain of all is Russian feet upon our soil
KILL, break them down into mottis Strike them hard, giving them hell Let them know, the sons of Suomi fear not to die
A choir of rifles cry as we rush to kill or die Towards blackened ruins we advance under fire Friends around me fall and scream in agony I clench my teeth in rage and fire my rifle
KILL, break them down into mottis Strike them hard, giving them hell Let them know, the sons of Suomi fear not to die
The few of iron, sword of the lion Tenacious they would not fall to the hammer and sickle They fought in fury, above and beyond duty The red giant has fallen in Suomussalmi
My aim is my best friend and my rifle is my god There's no mercy in my heart, I send them to their cold white grave The village is now ours, our foe flees over frozen lakes No Russian will be spared, our land and freedom has a cost
KILL, break them down into mottis Strike them hard, giving them hell Let them know, the sons of Suomi fear not to die
The few or iron, sword of the lion Tenacious they would not fall to the hammer and sickle White lands of Finland bloodsoaked and severed Ooh, the crimson snow of Suomussalmi
11.000 met 50.000, 900 Finns would fall, 27.000 red They fought in fury, above and beyond duty The red giant has fallen in SuomussalmiTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
