Suomussalmi (the Few Of Iron)

In this trench we lie, this trench of ice and snow

In this trench we wait for the enemy to show

The red are dug in well in the village that we burnt

At eight we will attack on commander Siilasvuo's order

Relentless winter howls, the wind and snow brings white

death

But the greatest pain of all is Russian feet upon our

soil

KILL, break them down into mottis

Strike them hard, giving them hell

Let them know, the sons of Suomi fear not to die

A choir of rifles cry as we rush to kill or die

Towards blackened ruins we advance under fire

Friends around me fall and scream in agony

I clench my teeth in rage and fire my rifle

KILL, break them down into mottis

Strike them hard, giving them hell

Let them know, the sons of Suomi fear not to die

The few of iron, sword of the lion

Tenacious they would not fall to the hammer and sickle

They fought in fury, above and beyond duty

The red giant has fallen in Suomussalmi

My aim is my best friend and my rifle is my god

There's no mercy in my heart, I send them to their cold

white grave

The village is now ours, our foe flees over frozen

lakes

No Russian will be spared, our land and freedom has a

cost

KILL, break them down into mottis

Strike them hard, giving them hell

Let them know, the sons of Suomi fear not to die

The few or iron, sword of the lion

Tenacious they would not fall to the hammer and sickle

White lands of Finland bloodsoaked and severed

Ooh, the crimson snow of Suomussalmi

11.000 met 50.000, 900 Finns would fall, 27.000 red

They fought in fury, above and beyond duty

The red giant has fallen in Suomussalmi