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The Trooper
The Trooper
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. Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooooh 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. Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooooh SOLO 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 Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooooh
Aces High
"We shall go on to the end. We shall fight in France We shall fightover the seas and oceans. we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air. We shall defend our island whatever the cost may be we shall fight on beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight on the hills. We shall never surrender." There goes the siren that warns of the air raid Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak Out for the scramble, we've got to get airborne Got to get up for the coming attack Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines Remove all the wheelblocks, there's no time to waste Gathering speed as we head down the runway Got to get airborne before it's too late Running, scrambling, flying Rolling, turning, diving Going in again Running, scrambling, flying Rolling, turning, diving Run, Live to fly, fly to live, do or die Won't you Run, live to fly, fly to live Aces high Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers Let off a sharp burst and then turn away Roll over, spin round to come in behind them Move to their blindsides and firing again Bandits at 8 o'clock are moving behind us Ten ME-109's out of the sun Ascending and turning, our spitfires to face them Heading straight for them I press down my guns. Rolling, turning, diving Rolling, turning, diving Going in again Rolling, turning, diving Rolling, turning, diving Run,
Final Embrace
Primal Fear
I came back tonight From the field of the fight They collected parts of death A dimension unknown I heard screams 'till the dawn What's the sense behind this mess I'm feeling so lonely I'm desperate in the cold I'm feeling defenseless Wait for the call - ready to fall What is this my final moment Is it real or fantasy Can't ignore my soul is burning Wait for the final embrace This outrage of war In the name of our god Killed emotions - every pride I will fight my own fight I will break through their lines Take the last chance to survive I'm waiting 'till midnight I'll see my final fight My hate is religion Pray to the sky - ready to die What is this my final moment Is it real or fantasy Can't ignore my souls is burning Wait for the final embrace