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Rise of nation's pride! |
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Russians on the route to ruin |
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Kremlin's more than certain to win |
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Sent away an army to the west |
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Blizzard reigned the ground were chosen |
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Snow is deep and hell is frozen |
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Stalin were too eager to invade |
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He thought of the might he possessed |
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And not of his foe |
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Rage of winter! |
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Rise nation's pride! |
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Hold what's yours! |
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Strike to where it hurts! |
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Fight! |
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Hold your ground! |
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Winter war! |
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Reinforce the line! |
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Split them into small divisions! |
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Rip them of the conquest visions |
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Motti |
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tactics used with great results |
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Snipers move unseen in snowfall |
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Force them to retreat and recall |
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Fight the russian rule and their demand |
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With molotov cocktail in hand |
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No fear of the tanks |
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Death for Glory! |
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Rise nation's pride! |
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Hold what's yours! |
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Strike to where it hurts! |
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Fight! |
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Hold your ground! |
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Winter war! |
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Reinforce the line! |
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A slice of a knife through a throat |
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And blood turns to ice |
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Talvisota! |
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Rise nation's pride! |
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Hold what's yours! |
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Strike to where it hurts! |
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Fight! |
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Hold your ground! |
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Winter war! |
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Reinforce the line! |
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Rise nation's pride! |
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Hold what's yours! |
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Strike to where it hurts! |
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Fight! |
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Hold your ground! |
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Winter war! |
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Reinforce the line! |
