Warhorn Lyrics

One mounting its calvary; across the river they sleep
Bayonets run through the line; cutting the men in half divide
Muskets fire on powder; weaker men desert and cower
Hearken sound of thunder; waiting, the Generals plunder

Lead the charge
Running em through
Circles can be true

Cannons fire, a civil conflict, riders drenched blood crude (?)
In this battle of screaming war, cries are heard - no truce
Charge on horseback breaks through the line, Grey and Blue (?) truce?
Hearken sound of thunder; waiting, the Generals plunder

Lead the charge
Running em through
Circles can be true