You′ll take my life, but I'll take your′s 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, 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
Oh, whoa
Oh, whoa, yeah
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 then the Russians fire another round
We get so near, yet so far away
We won't live to fight another day
Oh, whoa
Oh, whoa, yeah
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, my throat is dry
And as I lay forgotten and alone
Without a tear, I draw my parting groan
Oh, whoa
Oh, whoa, yeah
Writer(s): Stephen Percy Harris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
