Waterloo Lyrics - The Glorious Burden - Iced Earth

Usher in the rally cries 

Revolution's here again 

The emperor's bond's are broken 

And free he shall remain 

Escape, though narrow was demand 

While his reign remained in view 

This fight for France through bitter end 

He must see it though 

Coalition forms of many lands 

Against Napoleon, West to east 

Dogs of war will take to arms 

And soon will be unleashed 

Prussian, Russian, and Austrian 

All follow British lead 

At the allies' helm is Wellington 

Who must make his foe concede 

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Foreshadowed man of destiny 

Soon you will be forced to see 

Nations aligning against you 

Marking your time Your reign is through 

And you will see a 100 days 

Come to an end 

Foreshadowed man of destiny 

Soon you will be forced to see 

Nations aligning against you 

Marking your time Your reign is through 

It lies before you, fate shall befall you 

Quickly the allies gather force 

Near the Franco Belgain line 

While 124,000 French 

March there in double time 

As the battle begins 

Napoleon springs his audacious plan 

He'll attack them on two fronts 

Splitting up his warring band 

As the Prussians sound retreat 

Behind they leave 10,000 slain 

Most of their force is still intact 

And will live to fight again 

Wellington, who felt the loss 

Of 5,000 men 

Would feel more under killing fire 

Bombardment from the French 

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Of all the wars I have waged 

To propel my nations might 

For this I'll be remembered 

From now 'till the end of time 

If To the victor goes the spoils 

I may die an impoverished man 

For in the end irony 

Has dealt the cruelest hand 

The French force was swift and sure 

But their attack would be repelled 

And though the center batteed 

The Anglo-Dutch line would be held 

And as fate or skill would have it 

And army moves in from the east 

The Prussians, who slipped through his hands 

Would soon spell his defeat 

The French lines now are broken 

And being open to attack 

The emperor has no choice 

And the old guard calls him back 

45,000 wounded or dead 

When the fight was finally through 

On a 3 mile square the battlefield 

Near a town named Waterloo 

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