It was very close, yesterday   I thought for sure, they would break   But this attack, that I have planned   A massive strike across open land      In the center, they will break   (Will they break?)   But plan it well, everything's at stake   We'll hit 'em hard, not a silent gun   Before the Infantry's begun      Execute it well, we risk everything   It's in Gods hands now      General Lee, I must tell you straight   I believe this attack will fail   No fifteen thousand men ever made   Will overtake that ridge today   A mile charge over open ground   With Yankee cannon gunnin' us down      We do our duty, we do what we must   And in my plan, you will trust   (Thousands die on this day)   Execute it well, we risk everything   It's in Gods hands now      The rebel cannon break the silence   One hundred fifty guns make up their cannonade   They must destroy the Union Center   Before the Infantry can launch their grand assault      The Yankees are returning fire   (The Earth shakes violently)   In Washington D.C. Lincoln   Feels the earth shake      What happens here this day   The fate of this nation   In the balance it will hang   Consumed with the pain      The courage of the blue   The valor of the grey   So very sad but true   Consumed with the pain      The Virginians are the chosen   In wait behind the trees on Seminary Ridge   Longstreet's slow to give the orders   The lines emerged a mile, fifteen thousand men      The charge begins in all its grandeur   (To the copse of trees)   For many of these men   They know it is their last      The slaughter now ensues   Bodies fall like rain   They valiantly pursue   Yet doomed to remain      At the double quick they charge   The canister rips through them   To the mouth of hell they march   Glory, the only gain      We're almost there my boys   I've never served with finer   We must push forward boys   And bayonet the Yankee tyrants      To the copse of trees we charge   To crush the Union Center   And when they turn and run   An open road leads us to freedom      It's over now we are retreating   I never thought that we'd be beaten   All this blood is on my hands   The thousands dead due to my plan      I am responsible, all of it is my fault   I thought us invincible   Is this gods will, after all?   I look across this blood soaked land      All this blood is on my hands   God forgive me, please forgive me   It's all my fault   The blood is on my hands