| November morning comes again, cold and mist chills the air
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| And the world is still sleeping
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| In this barren northern land, fathers and sons, united they stand,
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| holding their fate in their hands
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| In their hearts they feel the threat
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| They must be strong, they must be brave
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| Knowing the giant is waking
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| In the dark, in the cold
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| Oh, the silence of fallen snow, before the storm
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| Until the end they’ll fight again, to save the nation
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| There is no way they’ll give it up, they hold their lives
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| They’re the guardians of the fatherland, with courage and pride they stand
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| They’re giving all they have
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| Sounds of the war shatter the silence
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| Flames on the eastern sky, it has begun
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| Until the end they’ll fight again, to save the nation
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| There is no way they’ll give it up, it’s do or die |