I must inform you, the battle of Waterloo's begun Into the old wood, an air of dirt and fear, it permeates We squeeze our rifles, it cannot be this easy, that we know A roar of cannons begins to tear apart our valiant ranks
Bloodshed, fire, dying In woods of Hougoumont
As water crashes on stone Dying to break them down Like elders fight sands of time These walls are bought with blood
The ocean's swelling, it rises up against the northern wall Bring in "the Basher" to carve a path of gore and splintered wood If there was one chance, then seize it now for this is all we'll get Into the courtyard, screams of crowded bodies finally meet
Bloodshed, fire, dying In woods of Hougoumont
As water crashes on stone Dying to break them down Like elders fight sands of time These walls are bought with bloodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
