These are the gasping death throes now Into the final fight that I might know
I feel a rush of blood like thunder in my veins The only fear that's left is left alive but maimed
Rush them and fight to death I hold my breath and pray for more
The sea of tears and tattered banners Just like a prophecy, a prophecy that failed The sea of tears and tattered banners Our hearts cry out as one, and beat like drums of god Our elan
We all inhale the smoke and fog My brisk and youthful self has long been gone
The song of musket fire is playing to our fears As silhouettes of men so suddenly appear
Pierced and shocked but I survive We're falling back now, like the ocean tide Hearts of iron, squares of Old Guard Fight like lions for the French retreat I will not be silenced, I will not be caged Take apart the man who built this stage
Ils ne passeront pas, we shall never yield Despite the loss on the battlefield Je ne cedrais jemais, they shall never pass Protect the fall-back, we must make it last General Cambronne is captured now Repel their advance, show the English how True men fight till collapse, defend their kin The French are falling, hear the wounded cry
Back to home at Malmaison, back to the calm before my storm Fantasize of life anew, dream of life across the sea There must be something for me there, science and exploration call Could I be slightly out of mind? Surely Prometheus can't fly
Into my final resting place, call me general to push disgrace
When springtime falls back into winter Just like a prophecy, a prophecy that failed Will auburn sunsets weep for me? I steel my heart and sigh, then walk into the black My elanTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
