The rain, it falls like a curtain
Wolves are on our heels
Desperate men feeling pressure, pressure to survive
The train of men never ending, moving through the night
Once before I have seen these lands, waterloo is my ground
Look at their faces, what do you see?
We must pull through for them, set the world free
Keep the pace and push through fire
Never yield the ground that's chosen
Backs against the wall
The night is lit by their fires, the light of countless men
A silence reigned so profound till the downpour resumed
A present left for the morning by the fates in the night
Battle time slowly creeping, the night laughs at what it leaves
Dire moment of the century, not a moment's respite
Two wolves chained and are waiting for their master's respite
A wolf that's tired but collected, the other suffers but snarls
When noon arrives we will ride them down
Let's let slip the dogs of war
And now we stand on the corner between the fear and the rage
It's almost time for the blood storm, pray to what God you choose
The grand armee beats the war drum, blood is racing and I
I can't believe this has come to pass, twenty years of war