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No room for the farmer

In the cold fog of war

No pride to be had

In the execution of chores

I serve not my country

I fight for my land

(Chorus)

Enter this valley of death my red comrades

Hunter and prey

Snow blind and gun shy

You hasten your doom

White fog and red mist

Hunter and prey

Disguising your breath

With a mouthful of snow

When protection of your home

Means deception of your foe

I serve not my country

I fight for my land

(Chorus)

Patience is the only game

Every bullet has its name

Emotion has no place on the battlefield

(Chorus)