Through the field, he was walking.
Through my scope, I was watchin'.
A shot to the head, he drops and he's dead.
Walking in a Sniper Wonderland.
In the village, there's a lady.
In her arms, she held a baby.
I chambered a round, the kid hit the ground.
Walking in a sniper wonderland.
In the village, we can set a claymore.
Set it up to blow at half past Twelve, we'll surprise the fucking commie bastards and smile while we blow them all to hell.
Later on we'll rape and pillage, while we burn, their fucking village.
There's no where to run, when we're having fun.
Walking in a sniper wonderland.