The AnarchAngel

And people wonder why I love Maiden

Another prophet of disaster Who says the ship is lost Another prophet of disaster Leaving you to count the cost Taunting us with visions Afflicting us with fear Predicting war for millions In the hope that one appears No point asking when it is No point asking who’s to go No point asking what’s the game No point asking who’s to blame ’cos if you’re gonna die, if you’re gonna die ’cos if you’re gonna die, if you’re gonna die If you’re gonna die, die with your boots on If you’re gonna try, just stick around Gonna cry, just move along If you’re gonna die, you’re gonna die In 13 the beast is rising The frenchman did surmise Through earthquakes and starvation The warlord will arise Terror, death, destruction Pour from the eastern sands But the truth of all predictions Is always in your hands If you’re gonna die, die with your boots on If you’re gonna try, just stick around Gonna cry, just move along If you’re gonna die, you’re gonna die

You’ll take my life but I’ll take yours too You’ll fire you musket but I’ll run you through So when your waiting for the next attack You’d better stand there’s 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 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