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The Trooper 
Medium
de Iron Maiden
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You'll take my but I'll yours too
You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through
So when you're waiting for the next attack
You'd better stand there's no turning back.
The bugle sounds and the charge begins
But on battlefield no one wins
The smell of acrid smoke and breath
As I plunge on death.
The horse he sweats fear we break to run
The roar of the Russian guns
And as we towards the human wall
The of pain as my comrades fall
We hurdle bodies lay on the ground
And the fire round
We get so near yet so far away
We were meant to fight day.
We get so close near to fight
When a Russian me in his sights
He pulls the trigger and I the blow
A burst of my horse below.
And as I lay there gazing at the sky
My body's and my throat is dry
And as I lay forgotten and alone
a tear I draw my parting groan
You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through
So when you're waiting for the next attack
You'd better stand there's no turning back.
The bugle sounds and the charge begins
But on battlefield no one wins
The smell of acrid smoke and breath
As I plunge on death.
The horse he sweats fear we break to run
The roar of the Russian guns
And as we towards the human wall
The of pain as my comrades fall
We hurdle bodies lay on the ground
And the fire round
We get so near yet so far away
We were meant to fight day.
We get so close near to fight
When a Russian me in his sights
He pulls the trigger and I the blow
A burst of my horse below.
And as I lay there gazing at the sky
My body's and my throat is dry
And as I lay forgotten and alone
a tear I draw my parting groan
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