White Death (Live at the Sabaton Cruise, Dec. 2010)

Almost night, a crimson horizon painting thousand lakes red
As your army approach from 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 is on to 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
Youre in the snipers sight, the first kill tonight, time to die
Youre in the bullets way, the white deaths prey, say goodbye
After the dawn when morning has broken, snow once white turned 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 youre dead
Youre in the snipers sight, the first kill tonight, time to die
Youre in the bullets way, the white deaths prey, say goodbye
Youre in the snipers sight, the first kill tonight, time to die
Youre in the bullets way, the white deaths prey, say goodbye
Youre in the snipers sight, youre his first kill tonight
Say goodbye, say goodbye hundreds will fall by his gun
Youre in the snipers sight, youre his first kill tonight
Say goodbye, say goodbye white death is coming for you