As the days are passing by,
And as the dead are piling high
No escape and no salvation
Trenches to explosive halls,
Are burried deep beneath the walls
Left the charges there,
And watch the city fear
Deprivation
Desperation
It's a desperate race against the mine,
And a race against time
And the Winged Hussars arrive!
Coming down the mountainside
Let the Winged Hussars arrive!
Coming down they turn the tide
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