PERFECTDISASTER's blog: "VISINE"

Youll take my life but Ill take yours too Youll fire you musket but Ill run you through So when your waiting for the next attack Youd better stand theres no turning back The bugle sounds as the charge begins But on this battlefield no one wins The smell of arcrid smoke and horses breath As you plunge into a 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 wont 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 bodys numb and my throat is dry And as I lay forgotten and alone Without a tear I draw my parting groan