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I must inform you, the battle of Waterloo's begun


Into the old wood, an air of dirt and fear, it permeates


We squeeze our rifles, it cannot be this easy, that we know


A roar of cannons begins to tear apart our valiant ranks



Bloodshed, fire, dying


In woods of Hougoumont



As water crashes on stone


Dying to break them down


Like elders fight sands of time


These walls are bought with blood



The ocean's swelling, it rises up against the northern wall


Bring in "the Basher" to carve a path of gore and splintered wood


If there was one chance, then seize it now for this is all we'll get


Into the courtyard, screams of crowded bodies finally meet



Bloodshed, fire, dying


In woods of Hougoumont



As water crashes on stone


Dying to break them down


Like elders fight sands of time


These walls are bought with blood