were the ones that lead the pack
taking orders, getting ready attack
under cover, around the corner
we wait in suprise, ready to attack
cause were the ones the lead the pack

waiting back, listening for the horn to sound
you here the screams, blood curteling sounds of pain
the horn sounds, its time to fight

charge forward take your stance fire the shot
take a hit, drop to the ground
to know what its like to cry for help
knowing there no one around
to stop the bleeding

the pain of eternal hell on earth
death creeps up slowly but surely
your life is in the hands of the gods now
slowly you fall deeper into sleep
untill finally you cant hear yourself breathing any longer

You take my life but I take yours too
You fire your musket but I run you through
So when you're waiting for the next attack
You'd better stand there's no turning back.

The bugle sounds and the charge begins
But on this battlefield no one wins
The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath
As I plunge 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