White Death

Almost night, a crimson horizon painting thousand lakes red As your army approach from the east, a hunter is switching his prey All alone, a man with his gun wanders into the wild Tracks you down, you cannot hide once he is on to your trail Enter the night, a flash in the darkness, White Death is heading your way The fear of his foes, a hero at home, hundreds will fall by his gun You’re in the sniper’s sight, the first kill tonight, time to die You’re in the bullet’s way, the White Death’s prey, say goodbye After the dawn when morning has broken, snow once white turned to red Blood red snow tells what happened last night, a tale of a sniper is born Snow in mouth hiding his breath, he is steady at hand Eye to eye, target in sight, the moment to fire has come Hundreds of kills. a man and his rifle embody the sisu of finns Stay out of sight and cover your head, when he pulls the trigger you’re dead You’re in the sniper’s sight SNIPERS SIGHT! You’re his first kill tonight FIRST KILL TONIGHT! Say goodbye, say goodbye SAY GOODBYE! Hundreds will fall by his gun You’re in the sniper’s sight SNIPER’S SIGHT! You’re his first kill tonight FIRST KILL TONIGHT! Say goodbye, say goodbye SAY GOODBYE! White death is coming for you