You'll take my life but i'll take yours too, You'll fire your musket but o'll run you through,
So when your waiting for the next attack, You'd better stand there's no turning back,
The bugle sounds the charge begins, But on this battle field no one wins,
The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath as I plunge on into certain death,
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh,
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh.
The horse he sweats with fear we break to run, The mighty roar of the russian guns,
And as we race towards the human wall, The scream of pain as my comrades fall.
We hurdles bodies that lay on the ground, And the russians fire another round,
We get so near yet so far away, We wont live to fight another day,
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh,
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh.
We get so close near enough to fight, When a russian gets me in his sights,
H pulls the trigger and I feel the blow, A burst of rounds takes my horse below,
And as I lay there gazing at the sky, My body's numb and my throat is dry,
And as I lay forgotten and alone, Without a tear I draw my parting groan,
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh,
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