You'll take my life but I'll take yours too
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You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through
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So when you're waiting for the next attack
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You'd better stand there's no turning back.
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The Bugle sounds and the charge begins
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But on this battlefield no one wins
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The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath
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As I plunge on into certain death.
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The horse he sweats with fear we break to run
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The mighty roar of the Russian guns
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And as we race towards the human wall
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The screams of pain as my comrades fall.
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We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground
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And the Russians fire another round
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We get so near yet so far away
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We won't live to fight another day.
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We get so close near enough to fight
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When a Russian gets me in his sights
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He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow
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A burst of rounds take my horse below.
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And as I lay there gazing at the sky
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My body's numb and my throat is dry
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And as I lay forgotten and alone
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Without a tear I draw my parting groan.
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The Trooper
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Vital Remains |