The Six Hundred

On that fateful day 1854 A battle lay before them they could not win Mars rules the head of the man, who gave the word Attack the enemy that stands before The word was wrong, there's no turning back With god on their side and lances held high Death a cold companion, it is magnificent But it's not war, it is madness May the Lord have mercy on their souls The Russian guns like the heat of the sun Feel no remorse Into the Valley of Death, rode 600 warriors Riding into history, echoes of their battle cry Into the Valley of Death, rode 600 warriors There's not to reason why, there's but to do or die Fields of destruction, baptism of fire They fought and fell those brothers in arms A corner of a foreign field forever theirs Blood stains the earth where they fell Just aristocratic arrogance or incompetence? For so much death for so little gain No one knows their names, just the battle they fought While their bodies lie cold, lords dance round the blame May the Lord have mercy on their souls The Russian guns like the heat of the sun Feel no remorse Into the Valley of Death, rode 600 warriors Riding into history, hear their battle cry Into the Valley of Death, rode 600 warriors There's not to reason why, there's but to do or die Half a league, half a league, half a league onward All in the Valley of Death, rode the six hundred "Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!" he said Into the Valley of Death, rode the six hundred May the Lord have mercy on their souls The Russian guns like the heat of the sun Feel no remorse Into the Valley of Death, rode 600 warriors Riding into history, echoes of their battle cry Into the Valley of Death, rode 600 warriors, There's not to reason why, there's but to do or die