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The rain, it falls like a curtain


Wolves are on our heels


Desperate men feeling pressure, pressure to survive


The train of men never ending, moving through the night


Once before I have seen these lands, Waterloo is my ground



Look at their faces, what do you see?


We must pull through for them, set the world free



Keep the pace and push through fire


Never yield the ground that's chosen


Backs against the wall

The night is lit by their fires, the light of countless men

A silence reigned so profound till the downpour resumed


A present left for the morning by the fates in the night

Battle time slowly creeping, the night laughs at what it leaves


Dire moment of the century, not a moment's respite

Two wolves chained and are waiting for their master's respite


A wolf that's tired but collected, the other suffers but snarls


When noon arrives we will ride them down


Let's let slip the dogs of war


And now we stand on the corner between the fear and the rage

It's almost time for the blood storm, pray to what god you choose


The Grand Armee beats the war drum, blood is racing and I


I can't believe this has come to pass, twenty years of war