Warhorn

Bombarding its cavalry, across the river they sleep Bayonets running through the line, cutting the men in half, divide Muskets fire with powder, weak willed men desert and cower Hark, the sound of thunder, waning the general's plunder Leading the charge Running them through Soldiers death be true Cannons fire as civil conflict, bridles drenched blood crude In this battle the screaming war, cries that hear no truce Charge on horseback breaks through the line, grey and blue Death's truce Hark the sound of thunder, waning the general's plunder Leading the charge Running them through Soldiers death be true