The Trooper (Live in Mexico City, Palacio de los Deportes, Mexico, September 2019)

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, the charge begins
But on this battlefield no one wins
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
As we race towards the human wall
The screams of pain, my comrades fall
We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground
And the Russians fire another round
Get so near, so far away
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, I feel the blow
Burst of rounds take my horse below
As I lay there gazing at the sky
Body's numb, throat is dry
As I lay forgotten and alone
Without a tear I draw my parting groan