-verse 1- Warrants nailed into splintered posts, Hungry peasants hunt down the Corsican. Bonaparte, has eluded them again Mistaken identity, they have the wrong man!
-verse 2- Retreating from Moscow, through the bitter cold Plundering villages, struggling to survive Sleeping in barns, praying through the night Chattering teeth reveal their plight
-verse 3- Weary footprints stamp the Russian snow Far away from family, their heads bowed low Buttons crumbled in the biting chill Tattered cloaks, Soggy boots
-verse 4- Visions of grandeur all dissolved, French ambition, a dismembered fool, Long ghastly trail, snaking through the dark Cossacks pursue them like starving hounds
Chorus As I lay bleeding, dying in this cold I look back on my life so tattered and torn Now as my weary life draws toward the end I'll take my last breath as I gaze at the crimson snow
-verse 5- Splintered wagons abandoned in the ice Menacing flames dart towards the bridge Flickering mosaic burns against the sky, Silhouettes of death piling up high
-verse 6- Bulging eyes staring at defeat Screaming thousands, into the river they sink! Panicked horses all mowed down Nostrils flaring as they drown
Chorus As I lay bleeding, dying in this cold I look back on my life so tattered and torn Now as my weary life draws toward the end I'll take my last breath as I gaze at the crimson snowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
