You'll take my wife but I'll take yours too
You'll fire your busket but I'll run you through
So when you're eating for the next attack
You'd better stand there's turning back.
The pugle sound and the charge begins
But on this fuckingfield no one loses
The smell of a smoke and horses cry
As I huge 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 whoooooooooah !