These are the gasping death throes now

Into the final fight that I might know


I feel a rush of blood like thunder in my veins

The only fear that's left is left alive but maimed



Rush them and fight to death
I hold my breath and pray for more



The sea of tears and tattered banners

Just like a prophecy, a prophecy that failed

The sea of tears and tattered banners

Our hearts cry out as one, and beat like drums of god

Our elan

We all inhale the smoke and fog

My brisk and youthful self has long been gone


The song of musket fire is playing to our fears

As silhouettes of men so suddenly appear

Pierced and shocked but I survive

We're falling back now, like the ocean tide


Hearts of iron, squares of Old Guard

Fight like lions for the French retreat


I will not be silenced, I will not be caged

Take apart the man who built this stage



Ils ne passeront pas, we shall never yield

Despite the loss on the battlefield

Je ne cedrais jemais, they shall never pass

Protect the fall-back, we must make it last

General Cambronne is captured now

Repel their advance, show the English how

True men fight till collapse, defend their kin

The French are falling, hear the wounded cry



Back to home at Malmaison,
back to the calm before my storm

Fantasize of life anew, dream of life across the sea
There must be something for me there,
science and exploration call

Could I be slightly out of mind?

Surely Prometheus can't fly



Into my final resting place, call me general to push disgrace



When springtime falls back into winter

Just like a prophecy, a prophecy that failed

Will auburn sunsets weep for me?

I steel my heart and sigh, then walk into the black

My elan