you`ll take my life but i`ll take yours too
you`ll fire,your musket but i`ll run you throught
so when you`re waiting for the next attak
you`d better stand ther`s no turning back.
the bugle soundsand the charge begeins
but on this battlefield no one wins
the smell of acrid smoke and horses breath
as i plunge on intocertain 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 screames of pain as my comrades fall
we hrundle bodies that lay on the ground
and the russians fireanother 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 russians gets me in his sighs
he pulls the trigger and i feal 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 allone
without a tear i draw my parting groan.
Post je objavljen 04.11.2005. u 17:02 sati.