Morte Branca (Simo Häyhä)

Ragnarök is at a standstill
On a snowy stage, Loki will face
The one who can take down any soldier
The greatest sniper in history, Simo Häyhä

An avalanche from Siberia, Soviets attack
But silently, a farmer took aim
You don’t step on this land, this is my homeland
Funny how this farmer never misses

I’ll be back soon, just wait for me
This battle is on Finnish ground
Fun fact: Loki chose this
His twisted mind, his mind is mischievous

Teasing me, but only sees my serious face
You’re in my iron sights
Damn, I’m having bad memories
1939, a winter

It’s real, a farmer took out a platoon
Came into my sights, 100% accuracy
Counting the kills, I remember the numbers
542 enemies hit the ground

I hate the feeling, it hurts my heart
Loki started playing with his illusion
Hercules, Thor, Odin, I’ll give up my kidney
One single shot, your whole squad on the ground

Cameras don’t follow me
The ice hides the footprints
I blend in with the white snow
The shot I took at you

Know that it hurts me more
I can’t stop counting

It’s been a long time since I’ve missed
If you’re in my iron sights, it’s certain, I’ll take you down
Footprints vanish with the wind, I killed in silence
Hiding in the cold, Simo Häyhä
I keep counting, counting every bullet and who I killed
So for every bullet of mine, I’ll pay the fair price
Snow bleeds, snow bleeds
White death, white death

It’ll always be an organ for a shot
I reload giving up my liver
A bullet so strong that
Even the shooter gets hit

They call me a miracle
The Soviet Union invades Finland
All lost? We’re surrounded
I’m hidden, so I go for the kill

Negative 40 degrees
I carry the rifle and pull the trigger
134, 135
Every bullet I fire is a fallen soldier

Postured figure, it’s just a lie
Since the first bullet, Simo hasn’t slept
Every night counted, recounted, and repeated
Since the first person Simo took a life from

540, 541
A stray bullet with no sense
Hit the face of the cold killer
Is this the salvation Simo Häyhä asked for?

Look at that disfigured face
I know well I can’t be saved
This punishment wasn’t enough
So, I’m just a little forgiven

In the middle of the snow, where’s the clown?
Creating more clones, wants a show
Loki, what do you think? The whole audience
Just saw your skull get smashed

In the rear, an illusion appears
In half a second, it’s a shot with precision
The price for this bullet? I give up my spleen
And take a perfect shot, piercing the heart
Heart

I know the pain of taking a life
That’s why my aim doesn’t shake
The pain you feel isn’t fake
So Loki’s right in front of me

I hear the sound of the bullet entering
Tormenting my mind
God of lies, if it were a lie
Your sound falling in the snow would be very different

The white ghost in the snow is frozen
To take your life, Loki, I promised I’d pay
Any pain, then another organ ripped out
Another shot, another name buried

To survive that’s why I shot
So many added to the count
Another one now, 543

It’s been a long time since I’ve missed
If you’re in my iron sights, it’s certain, I’ll take you down
Footprints vanish with the wind, I killed in silence
Hiding in the cold, Simo Häyhä
I keep counting, counting every bullet and who I killed
So for every bullet of mine, I’ll pay the fair price
Snow bleeds, snow bleeds
White death, white death