I must inform you, the battle of waterloo's begun
Into the old wood, an air of dirt and fear, it permeates
We squeeze our rifles, it cannot be this easy, that we know
A roar of cannons begins to tear apart our valiant ranks
Bloodshed, fire, dying
In woods of hougoumont
As water crashes on stone
Dying to break them down
Like elders fight sands of time
These walls are bought with blood
The ocean's swelling, it rises up against the northern wall
Bring in "the basher" to carve a path of gore and splintered wood
If there was one chance, then seize it now for this is all we'll get
Into the courtyard, screams of crowded bodies finally meet
Bloodshed, fire, dying
In woods of hougoumont
As water crashes on stone
Dying to break them down
Like elders fight sands of time
These walls are bought with blood