Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Waterloo, artist - Iced Earth. Date of issue: 11.04.2019
Song language: English
Waterloo |
| Usher in the rally cries |
| Revolution’s here again |
| The emperor’s bonds are broken |
| As free he shall remain |
| Escape, through narrow, was demand |
| While his reign remained in view |
| This fight for France, 'till bitter end |
| He must see it through |
| 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 allies' helm is Wellington |
| Who must make his foe concede? |
| Foreshadowed man of destiny |
| Soon you will be forced to see |
| Nations aligning against you |
| Marking the time your reign is through |
| …And you will see your hundred days |
| Come to an end |
| Foreshadowed man of destiny |
| Soon you will be forced to see |
| Nations aligning against you |
| Marking the time your reign is through |
| …It lies before you, fate shall befall you |
| Quickly, the allies gather force |
| Near the Franco-Belgian line |
| While 124,000 French |
| March there in double time |
| As the battle begins |
| Napoleon springs his audacious plan |
| He’ll attack them in two fronts |
| Splitting up his warring band |
| As the Prussians sound retreat |
| Behind they leave 12,000 slain |
| Most of their force is still in tact |
| And will live to fight again |
| Wellington, who felt the loss |
| Of 5,000 men |
| Would feel more under cannon fire |
| Bombardment from the French |
| Bridge: |
| Of all the wars I have waged |
| To propel my nations might |
| For this I’ll be remembered |
| From now 'till the end of time |
| If to the victor go 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 their center battered |
| The Anglo-Dutch line would be held |
| As fate or skill would have it |
| An army moves from the east |
| The Prussians who slipped through his hands |
| Would soon spell his defeat |
| French lines now all broken |
| And being open to attack |
| The emperor has no choice |
| And the old guard pulls him back |
| 45,000 wounded or dead |
| When the fight was finally through |
| On a three mile square of battlefield |
| Near a town named Waterloo |