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