Hiding in a forest with a rifle...
Feeling hunger, cold, hate and pain
Fighting for the country
Guided by the Field Marshall...
We're peaceful but we're forced to kill...
We're the Finnish vikings of death
We're the white death covered in snow...
Politicians are causing the war
We're sorry for the innocent souls...
The helluva noise of the cannons
Will make you feel like a fearful child...
And when you see your fellows dying in pain
You willl realize the reality of war...
Chorus
1939 changed many liave, caused sorrow and pain...
Let's hope it will nevere happen again...