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 snipers sight,
The first kill tonight,
Time to die
You’re in the bullets 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