Paroles de White Death

Blizzard storm, Finns on skies Sovereigns of artic weather Defending father land from the soviet conqueror Victorious men aganst soviet troops White death on skies Ambushing enemy in numbers unseen Snipers taking soviet bastards Down one by one Gunpowder filling the air As inhuman gunfire begins Soviet soldiers taking bullets As open machinegun fire starts Aim, shoot, fire and kill The white death on its way Fire to kill with all guns blazing Drill the bullets in enemies' heads.