Left behind

The drums of glory have faded to dust

The Emperor’s eagles are covered in rust

From Moscow’s tall spires to the Beresina's flow

We marched for a dream in the blinding white snow

But the retreat turned to slaughter, the line didn’t hold

Left for the wolves in the bittering cold

My brothers are shadows, gone with the gale

While I stand alone in this iron-clad jail!I see them moving through the birch and the pine

A thousand grey ghosts at the edge of the line

They think I am broken, they think I am dead

But the snow shall be painted a deep shade of redLeft behind on the plains of the Tsar!

Under the light of a dying north star!

One final volley, one last defiant cry

An Eagle of France with his wings to the sky!

The bayonets glint in the pale winter sun

The battle is over, but the war isn't done!The Cossacks are circling, I hear their wild call

They wait for the hunger to make a man fall

But my powder is dry and my saber is keen

The bravest damn soldier that they’ve ever seen

No white flag of mercy, no plea for my life

I’ve wedded the carnage and kissed the cold knife

Let the Romanov legions come claim what is left

I’ll greet them with fire in the valley of death