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Gathering below the blazing sunlight |
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Way out of the enemies sight |
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Assembled riders behind the ridge |
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Waiting for the battle call |
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Soon to ride against the foe |
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Armed with blessings and bayonets |
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Flashing like swords in the light of sun |
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Waiting for the orders to come |
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Attack! |
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Pushing them horses into a trot |
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Spreading out over the field |
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Still unseen by the enemies eye |
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Riding for glory or riding to die |
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Quicken the pace -- into a gallop |
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Riding -- ignoring the fear |
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Of cause we were scared -- but we couldn't drop |
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Wishing to hell we weren't here |
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Shaking ground - as the canons begin to roar |
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Detonating - as we ride straight into war |
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Falling - horses go insane |
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Dying - soldiers scream in pain |
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Rapid fire begins to take it's toll |
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Riders horses -- deadly wounded they fall |
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Ground shaking -- roaring horses thunder |
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We will ride to victory -- never going under! |
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Plowing through the enemy |
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Overrunning man and gun |
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They surrender or they die |
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The battle must be won |
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Down in Berersheba |
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A legend was made |
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Paid with blood |
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Of the light horse brigade |
