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 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!