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