Red Shores

Finish the job that the mad man has started, 
fulfill his greatest fears.
beseech the help of his western foes,
and bring them knocking near.

Make Finnish shores forever more,
the coldest front of this coldest war.
For the fire he has rained upon the souls he has pained,
Must come at the cost of an Alliance gained.

May this unjust cause be forever in vain,
and the glory confined to a splintered mind,
And may the red that runs through his Soviet dreams,
Be the stains of blood that can never be cleaned.

For though battered and bruised,
the cheek has been turned,
The grip has been tightened,
and the fist has been firmed.

So together we stand,
without division or parity.
For to the west of red shores
awaits Finnish solidarity.