| Almost night, a crimson horizon
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| Painting thousand lakes red
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| As your army approach in the east
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| A hunter is switching his prey
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| All alone, a man with his gun
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| Wanders into the wild
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| Tracks you down, you cannot hide
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| Once he’s onto your trail
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| Enter the night, a flash in the darkness
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| White Death is heading your way
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| The fear of his foes, a hero at home
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| Hundreds will fall by his gun
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| You’re in the sniper’s sight
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| The first kill tonight
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| Time to die
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| You’re in the bullet’s way
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| The White Death’s prey
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| Say goodbye
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| After the dawn when morning is broken
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| Snow once white turn to red
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| Blood red snow tells what happened last night
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| A tale of a sniper is born
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| Snow in mouth hiding his breath
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| He is steady at hand
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| Eye to eye target in sight
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| The moment to fire has come
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| Hundreds of kills, a man and his rifle
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| Embody the sisu of Finns
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| Stay out of sight and cover your head
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| When he pulls the trigger, you’re dead
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| You’re in the sniper’s sight
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| The first kill tonight
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| Time to die
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| You’re in the bullet’s way
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| The White Death’s prey
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| Say goodbye
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| You’re in the sniper’s sight
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| The first kill tonight
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| Time to die
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| You’re in the bullet’s way
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| The White Death’s prey
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| Say goodbye
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| (You're in the snipers sight)
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| Snipers sight
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| (You're his first kill tonight)
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| First kill tonight
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| (Say goodbye, say goodbye)
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| Say goodbye
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| (You will fall by his gun)
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| (You're in the snipers sight)
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| Snipers sight
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| (You're his first kill tonight)
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| First kill tonight
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| (Say goodbye, say goodbye)
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| Say goodbye
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| (White death is coming for you) |