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 what's 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


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

TALVISOTA!