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Тексты (слова) песенСписок исполнителей в алфавитном порядкеА  Б В Г Д Е Ё Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Э Ю Я  A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P R S T U V W X Y Z  Текст (слова) песни: Iced Earth - WaterlooUsher in the rally cries Revolutions here again The emperors bonds 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 [Chorus:] Forshadowed 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 Forshadowed 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 Hell 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 [Chorus] Of all the wars I have waged To propel my nations might For this Ill 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 [Chorus] |
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