You’ll take my life but I’ll take yours too
    You’ll fire your musket but I’ll run you through
    So when you’re waiting for the next attack
    You’d better stand there’s no turning back.

    The Bugle sounds and the charge begins
    But on this battlefield no one wins
    The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath
    As I plunge 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 wall
    The screams of pain as my comrades fall.

    We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground
    And the Russians fire another round
    We get so near yet so far away
    We won’t live to fight another day.

    We get so close near enough to fight
    When a Russian gets me in his sights
    He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow
    A burst of rounds take 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.

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