My thunderous words, already lining up
ready to march out, to do havoc
soldierlike and under command
waiting for orders, but tripping to start
blood on their hands and blood on their minds
very brave little ones, sent out to march by me
Napoleonic victims, buried in snow hail them
come on they shout, this is Russia
King Winter killed us
don't be too late, Waterloo and grandeur is next
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