There's a chance that they take, thrown in together And decisions they make out of their hands There's a nightmare in sight, goes on forever And no one will take flight, everyone stands
Fifty-thousand lay dead, out of the shadows Resurrectionists said, "oh what a sight" And someone will get rich, cheating the gallows As the scavenger flits all through the night
No one will cry Everyone's writing their final goodbye
Under the skies of scarlet and black Thousands of eyes, there's no turning back Morning draws near, the hour is at hand Soon to be over when ghosts walk this land
There's a picture to paint, broken and haggard Propositioned too late, beggar's delight Riders lay where they fall, bloody and ragged To their mothers they call, frozen in fright
What a surprise, they march off to war Nothing to give and nothing to score It seems so clear, the final demand Waterloo teeth from the ghost of a man