| Time has worn the soldiers down
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| Marched for many miles
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| In the eastern lands so cursed
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| Time to make a stand
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| Tsar has scorched his nation's land
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| Nothing to be found
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| Hunger grasp the soldiers heart
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| 20 000 men strong
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| Listen, excuse for a king
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| Trust me, this fight you can't win
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| Poltava
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| Rode to certain death and pain
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| Poltava
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| Swedish soldiers met their bane
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| Poltava
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| Sacrificed their lives in vain
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| Poltava
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| In the shade of morning mist
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| Advancing on their foe
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| Bullets break the silent air
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| Wasted battleplan
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| Swedish forces stand alone
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| King has left command
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| Rule is left to lesser men
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| Waiting for their chance
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| Listen, obey my command
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| Hear me, or die by my hand
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| Poltava
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| Rode to certain death and pain
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| Poltava
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| Swedish soldiers met their bane
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| Poltava
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| Sacrificed their lives in vain
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| Poltava
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| Russian armies blocked their way
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| 20 000 lost that day
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| They bled the ground
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| Peace they found
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| There's no sign of victory
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| King carolus had to flee
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| And leave the land
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| Leave command
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| Madness, curse your feeble horde
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| Fear me, you'll die by my sword
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| Poltava
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| Rode to certain death and pain
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| Poltava
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| Swedish soldiers met their bane
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| Poltava
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| Sacrificed their lives in vain
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| Poltava |