Ghosts Of Karelia

In the eve of the warfare
in the silence of the woods,
soon comes the blood red dawn.

Death will fall upon these fields,
no armour or shield shall defend
from the blade of the winterborn.

Crimson sun is rising,
and soon the enemy
is moving forward.

In the eye of the storm,
not by bloodline but
as brothers of the war.

Last line of defence,
with their blood new
borders shall be drawn.

Frozen blood on the snow!
Not in the name of the vengeance,
or the path of retaliation.
We stand to defend with supreme defiance!

In the eye of the storm,
not by bloodline but
as brothers of the war.

Last line of defence,
with their blood new
borders shall be drawn.

Enemy defeated,
bloodless legions
on a cold white ground,
on a frozen soil of the north.