June, the 18th, 1815,
The Battle at Belle Alliance
Marshy fields and pouring rain
All the blood and the pain, oh

Cannons fire, Cuirassiers attack
British grenadiers stand tight [bad word]  Blucher or the night
But no [bad word] on the sight, oh

The battle of Waterloo, a sea of blood that stains the fields
The battle of Waterloo, lead and steel, the bloody gods
The battle of Waterloo, they fight and die, fall one by one
The battle of Waterloo, a tribute to the bloody death

Fight, fight, you have to stand unite
Kill, [bad word] on and have your thrill
Bleed, bleed, your blood flows on the field
Die, die but nobody will ever cry for you

The French guard marches on and on
Straight towards British lines
Blucher's [bad word] join the fight
Storming the field aside

The French guards fall one by one
But Napoleon has gone
Do you know who's paying the costs?
The little soldier, he's lost, oh

The battle of Waterloo, a sea of blood that stains the fields
The battle of Waterloo, lead and steel, the bloody gods
The battle of Waterloo, they fight and die, fall one by one
The battle of Waterloo, a tribute to the bloody death