June, the 18th, 1815, the Battle at Belle Alliance. Marshy fields and pouring rain. All the blood and the Incomprehensible, oh Cannons fire, Cuirassiers attack. British grenadiers stand tight. Wel
Cries for one lost nation. Reaching out against the wall. Lies to generations. Feeding minds that would not fall Danger for the free. As they reach for the skies. I should be laughing now. But i
Out in the park where they gather in the dark. It's a scaring atmosphere. Wide open eyes which are following the sign. It's soiled with blood and fear One by one they're casting the unholy spell.
Peculiar fragrance is all around. Ascent of tranquility, wonderful rest. Motions are slow, emotions are strong. Invisible nightmare's sitting on my chest. . Feel so cool, light years away. Life'
Reach for the rifle, go for the gun. Saddle the beast, huge load to heave. Unstoppa bull race now begun. Cry for the slaughter who would believe Hunting the red one, blood on their breath. Screami
Breaking the waves, a ride on the wild raging sea. Playing with fortune oh, what a lust to be free. Flashlights and thunder, the prattering rain in the hull. From a stormy horizon we get our