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His men surround him, and yet he stands alone.
This is the place he has chosen hoping to save them all.
The odds against them, yet still they stand in line.
Now as the enemy threaten destruction theyâre out of time.
Theyâre out of time.
Formations closing, each death feels like his own,
He sees the cavalry charging, dispatching the men heâs known.
The battle surging, all he can do is wait,
Did all he could with the planning heâs leaving it up to fate.
How did it come to this?
We must win through.
Battleground, battleground;
See the dead all around.
Battleground, battleground;
The screams an awful sound,
Battleground, battleground;
You take your life in your hands,
Battleground, battleground;
And make your final stand⦠on the battleground.
The tramp of feet men so much meat
And with each cry another dies
They took it all but he wonât fall
He will not fall
With every strike he takes a life
The crimson sprays but still he slays
His many wounds leave him unmoved
He will not move.
He will not fall, he will not move.
The left flank breaks the battle takes
A dreadful turn his rage it burns
Must bring them round he canât fall down
He canât give ground
His arms like lead the earth turned red
A butcherâs bill heâs had his fill
Now rests his blade a kingdom saved
His legend made
He wonât fall down; he wonât give ground;
The land is saved; his name is made.
How did it come to this?
We must break through.
Battleground, battleground;
See the dead all around.
Battleground, battleground;
The screams an awful sound,
Battleground, battleground;
You take your life in your hands,
Battleground, battleground;
And make your final standâ¦
Your final standâ¦
Your final standâ¦
On the battleground