Rise of nations pride.
Russians on a way to ruin
Kreml is more then certain to win
Sent away an army to the west.
Blizzard reigned the ground were chosen
Snow was deep and hell were frozen
Stalin were too eager to invade.
He thought of the might he possessed
And not of his foe
Rage of winter.
Rise, nations pride
Hold whats yours
Strike'em were it hurts.
Fight, hold your ground
Reinforce the line.
Split them into small divisions
Rip 'em of the conquest visions
Motti tactics used with great result.
Snipers move unseen in snowfall
Force them to retreat and recall
Fight the russian rule and their demand.
With molotov coctail in hand
No fear of their tanks
Death or glory.
A slice of a knife to a throat
And their blood turns to ice