The Charge Of The Dead (version 2)

[Verse] On the eve before battle's roar A ghastly face looms in the air Its sermon, a chill to my core Bitter words of gloom and despair "You are outnumbered ten to one A sight to fill your men with dread And yet, this fate you shall not shun Face it! You are already dead!" [Powerful Male Chorus] Behold the charge of the dead! Hear our mighty laughter boom Lo! no spear can pierce our stead Turn and flee or meet your doom! [Verse 2] In dawn's mist, shadows form a line Our foe appears, in shining mail I see my men's resolve decline Yet I surmise we could prevail "Follow me men! Our path is clear For if we are already dead Then, as such, free of any fear, Let us be their nightmare instead!" [Bridge] Thus the ghostly figure Our end did not foretell It meant to inspire To send our foe to hell! [Chorus] Behold the charge of the dead! Hear our mighty laughter boom Lo! no spear can pierce our stead Turn and flee or meet your doom! [Verse 3] Expecting our will to be crushed By this grand display of their might The foe now stands still, in awe, hushed As our charge busts their ranks outright Our fury unfurls like a wave Pushing forward, their mood sours Their resolve in shambles, they cave It is a rout, the day is ours! [Chorus] Behold the charge of the dead! Hear our mighty laughter boom Lo! no spear can pierce our stead Turn and flee or meet your doom! [Interlude] [Chorus] Behold the charge of the dead! Hear our mighty laughter boom Lo! no spear can pierce our stead Turn and flee or meet your doom! [Outro]