We've paid in hell since Moscow burned   As cossacks tear us piece by piece   Our dead are strewn a hundred leagues   Though death would be a sweet release      And our grand army is dressed in rags   A frozen starving beggar band   Like rats we steal each other's scraps   Fall to fighting hand to hand      Save my soul from evil, Lord   And heal this soldier's heart   I'll trust in Thee to keep me, Lord   I'm done with Bonaparte      What dreams he made for us to dream   Spanish skies, Egyptian sands   The world was ours, we marched upon   Our little Corporal's command      And I lost an eye at Austerlitz   The sabre slash yet gives me pain   My one true love awaits me still   The flower of the Aquitaine      Save my soul from evil, Lord   And heal this soldier's heart   I'll trust in Thee to keep me, Lord   I'm done with Bonaparte      Well, I pray for her who prays for me   A safe return to my belle France   We prayed these wars would end all wars   In war we know is no romance      And I pray our child will never see   A little Corporal again   Point toward a foreign shore   Captivate the hearts of men      Save my soul from evil, Lord   And heal this soldier's heart   I'll trust in Thee to keep me, Lord   I'm done with Bonaparte