Almost night, a crimson horizon
Painting thousand lakes red
As your army approach in the east
hunter is switching his prey

All alone a man with his gun
Wanders into the wild
Tracks you down, you can't 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

You’re in the snipers sight
The first kill tonight, time to die
You’re in the bullets way, the white deaths prey
Say goodbye

After the dawn, when morning has broken
Snow once white turned to red
The result of what happened last night
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 of fire [bad word] 
Hundreds of kills, a man and his rifle
Embodies the sisu of Finns
Stay out of sight and cover your head
When he pulls the trigger you're dead

You’re in the snipers sight
The first kill tonight, time to die
You’re in the bullets way, the white deaths prey
Say goodbye

You’re in the snipers sight
The first kill tonight, time to die
you’re in the bullets way, the white deaths prey
Say goodbye

(Your in the snipers sight) Snipers sight
(Your his first kill tonight) First kill tonight
(Say goodnight, Say goodbye) Say goodbye
(You will fall by his gun)

(Your in the snipers sight) Snipers sight
(your his first kill tonight) First kill tonight
(Say goodnight, say goodbye) Say goodbye
(White death [bad word] for you)