I must inform you, the battle of Waterloo's begun

Into the old wood, an air of dirt and fear, it permeates

We squeeze our rifles, it cannot be this easy, that we know

A roar of cannons begins to tear apart our valiant ranks


Bloodshed, fire, dying

In woods of Hougoumont


As water crashes on stone

Dying to break them down

Like elders fight sands of time

These walls are bought with blood


The ocean's swelling, it rises up against the northern wall

Bring in the Basher to carve a path of gore and splintered wood

If there was one chance, then seize it now for this is all we'll get

Into the courtyard, screams of crowded bodies finally meet


Bloodshed, fire, dying

In woods of Hougoumont


As water crashes on stone

Dying to break them down

Like elders fight sands of time

These walls are bought with blood