Ghosts of Karelia

In the eye of the warfare

In the silence of the woods

Soon comes the blood red dawn

Death will fall upon these fields

No armour or shield

Shall defend from the blade of the winterborn

Crimson sun is rising

And soon the enemy is moving forward

Frozen blood on the snow

Not in the name of the vengeance

Or the path of retaliation

We stand to defend with supreme defiance

In the eye of the storm

Not by bloodline but as brothers of the war

Last line of the defence worn

With their blood new borders shall be drawn

Frozen blood on the snow

Not in the name of the vengeance

Or the path of retaliation

We stand to defend with supreme defiance

In the eye of the storm

Not by bloodline but as brothers of the war

Last line of the defence worn

With their blood new borders shall be drawn

Enemy defeated

Bloodless legions

On a cold white ground

On a frozen soil

Of the north