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.