| Song | The Trooper |
| Artist | Hellsongs |
| Album | Hymns In The Key Of 666 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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. | |
| Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh | |
| 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. | |
| Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh | |
| 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. | |
| Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh |
| 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. | |
| Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh | |
| 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. | |
| Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh | |
| 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. | |
| Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh |
| 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. | |
| Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh | |
| 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. | |
| Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh | |
| 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. | |
| Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh |