Almost night
a crimson horizon
painting thousand
lakes red
As your army approach
in the east
a hunter is switching
his prey
All alone
a man with his gun
wanders into the wild
Tracks you down
you cannot hide
once he's onto
your trail
Enter the night
a flash in the darkness
White Death is
heading your way
The fear of his foes
a hero at home
hundreds will fall
by his gun
You're in the
sniper's sight
the first kill tonight
time to die
You're in the
bullet's way
The White Death's prey
say goodbye
After the dawn
when morning is broken
snow once white
turn to red
Blood red snow
tells what happened
last night
a tale of
a sniper is born
Snow in mouth
hiding his breath
he is steady at hand
Eye to eye
target in sight
the moment to
fire has come
Hundreds of kills
a man and his rifle
embody the sisu of Finns
Stay out of sight
and cover your head
when he pulls the trigger
you're dead
You're in the
sniper's sight
the first kill tonight
time to die
You're in the
bullet's way
The White Death's prey
say goodbye
You're in the
sniper's sight
the first kill tonight
time to die
You're in the
bullet's way
The White Death's prey
say goodbye
Sniper's sight
First kill tonight
Say goodbye
Sniper's sight
First kill tonight
Say goodbye