Ghosts of Karelia

In the eve of the warfare
In the silence of the woods
Soon comes the blood red dawn

Death will fall upon these fields
No armor or shield
Shall defend from the blade of the Winterborn

Crimson sun is rising
And soon the enemy is moving forward

In the eye of the storm
Not by bloodline but as brothers of the war
Last line of the defense worn
With their blood new borders shall be drawn

Frozen blood on the snow
Not in the name of 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 defense 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