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.