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On that fateful day 1854

A battle lay before them they could not win

Mars rules the head of the man, who gave the word

Attack the enemy that stands before

The word was wrong, there's no turning back

With god on their side and lances held high

Death a cold companion, it is magnificent

But it's not war, it is madness

May the Lord have mercy on their souls

The Russian guns like the heat of the sun

Feel no remorse

Into the Valley of Death, rode 600 warriors

Riding into history, echoes of their battle cry

Into the Valley of Death, rode 600 warriors

There's not to reason why, there's but to do or die

Fields of destruction, baptism of fire

They fought and fell those brothers in arms

A corner of a foreign field forever theirs

Blood stains the earth where they fell

Just aristocratic arrogance or incompetence?

For so much death for so little gain

No one knows their names, just the battle they fought

While their bodies lie cold, lords dance round the blame

May the Lord have mercy on their souls

The Russian guns like the heat of the sun

Feel no remorse

Into the Valley of Death, rode 600 warriors

Riding into history, hear their battle cry

Into the Valley of Death, rode 600 warriors

There's not to reason why, there's but to do or die

Half a league, half a league, half a league onward

All in the Valley of Death, rode the six hundred

"Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!" he said

Into the Valley of Death, rode the six hundred

May the Lord have mercy on their souls

The Russian guns like the heat of the sun

Feel no remorse

Into the Valley of Death, rode 600 warriors

Riding into history, echoes of their battle cry

Into the Valley of Death, rode 600 warriors,

There's not to reason why, there's but to do or die