: Nation under attack, tanks rolling the streets Fire eats everything as mother Europe weeps Bravery, loyalty, stigmatized For those you have fallen
: Hate despise arrogance Three rewarding factors Bashing in your heads Makes life fucking perfect Hate despise arrogance Three rewarding factors Mindless
: You fucking whore, back from the dead I should have known you are alive You fucking whore, back from the dead I should have known Assumption is the
: Loud fake laughter fills the room Cancer has entered the scene You think you have samba in your blood In fact you have H.I.V. Disgusting snuffling
: Action speaks louder than any words Soon you'll find out what this really means There are limits how much one can take You have crossed the line too
: Something sinister is on the air Something sinister is lurking in the shadows Something sinister is coming after you You pay the price now for being
: You whore, you treat men like dogs In your sickened mind You think you are a queen of one kind You are the perfect example of me-me generation Fuck
: [Instrumental] [Music: H. Juhano / M. Korsback]
: (Lloyd Stone/Georgia Harkness/Jean Sibelius) This is my song, O God of all the nations A song of peace, for lands afar & mine This is my home, the
(Lloyd Stone/Georgia Harkness/Jean Sibelius) This is my song, O God of all the nations A song of peace, for lands afar & mine This is my home, the country
(Sibelius/Stone) This is my song O gods of all the nations A song of peace for lands so far away This is my home, a country where my heart is Here grew
[Instrumental]
I used to be in search for beauty Used to be in search for grace Now I see your lakes and forests You have put a smile on my face Once I thought I'd
this mighty soldier on the eve of the war he'd wage told his troops of lessons learned from battles fought, "may your heart grow boldier like an iron
want to be Your mountains so lofty Your treetops so tall Finland, Finland, Finland Finland has it all Oh focus on Finland friends Finland, Finland, Finland
Oh oh the french girls with the string of pearls Think it's such a fucking shame That the local boys with their country joys Never make them daisy chains
Lost in memories, of forgotten love On hot summer night we were swimming naked under a moon Lost in dreams, deep pain inside The picture of deep love