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