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