Written by: (Harris)

You'll take my life but I'll take yours too
 You'll fire your musket but [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