Usher in the rally cries
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Revolution's here again
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The emperor's bond's are broken
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And free he shall remain
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Escape, though narrow, Was demand
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While his reign remained in view
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This fight for France, Till bitter end
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He must see it Through
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Coalition forms of many lands
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Against Napoleon, West to East
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Dogs of war will take to arms
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And soon will be unleashed
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Prussian, Russian, and Austrian
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All follow British lead
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At allies' helm is Wellington
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Who must make his Foe concede
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Chorus
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Foreshadowed man of destiny
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Soon you will be force to see
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Nations aligning against you
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Marking the time your reign is through
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...And you will see your hundred days
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Come to an end
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Foreshadowed man of destiny
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Soon you will be forced to see
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Nations aligning against you
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Marking the time your reign is through
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...It lies before you, fate shall befall you
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Quickly, the allies gather force
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Near the Franco-Belgian line
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While 124,000 French
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March there in double time
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As the battle begins
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Napoleon springs his audacious plan
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He'll attack them on two fronts
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Splitting up his warring Band
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As the Prussians sound retreat
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Behind they leave 12,000 slain
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Most of their force is still in tact
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And will live to fight again
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Wellington, Who felt the loss of 5,000 men
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Would feel more under cannon fire
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Bombardment from the French
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Repeat Chorus
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Bridge
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Of all the wars I have waged
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To propel my nations might
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For this I'll be remembered
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From now 'till the end of time
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If to the victor go the spoils
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I may die an impoverished man
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For in the end, Irony
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Has dealt the cruelest hand
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The French Force was swift and sure
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but their attack would be repelled.
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And though their center battered
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the Anglo-Dutch line would be held.
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As fate or skill would have it
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an army moves in from the east.
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The Prussians who slipped out of his hands
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would soon spell his defeat.
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The French lines now are broken
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and being open to attack.
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The Emperor has no choice
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and the Old Guard pulls him back
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There were 45,000 wounded or dead
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when the fight was finally through
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On a three mile square battlefield
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at a town named Waterloo.
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Repeat Chorus
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Waterloo
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| Iced Earth |
