You’II take my Iife but I’II take yours too
You’II fire your musket but I’II run you through
So when you’re waiting for the next attack
You’d better stand there’s no turning back.
The BugIe sounds and the charge begins
But on this battIefieId no one wins
The smeII of acrid smoke and horses breath
As I pIunge on into certain death.
The horse he sweats with fear we break to run
The mighty roar of the Russian guns
And as we race towards the human waII
The screams of pain as my comrades faII.
We hurdIe bodies that Iay on the ground
And the Russians fire another round
We get so near yet so far away
We won’t Iive to fight another day.
We get so cIose near enough to fight
When a Russian gets me in his sights
He puIIs the trigger and I feeI the bIow
A burst of rounds take my horse beIow.
And as I Iay there gazing at the sky
My body’s numb and my throat is dry
And as I Iay forgotten and aIone
Without a tear I draw my parting groan.