You'll take my life but I'll take yours too 
You'll fire your musket but I'll [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
The mighty roar of [bad word] guns 
And as we race towards the human wall 
The screams of pain as [bad word] 
fall. 

We hurdle bodies that lay 
on the ground 
And [bad word] 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 [bad word] gets me in his sights 
He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow 
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.