Text: Iced Earth. The Glorious Burden. Hold At All Costs.
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Just a mile or so away
Is my dearest friend in this world.
He wears the Blue and I the Grey
And god it hurts me so
The last time we were together I grabbed his hand and I pledged
?If I ever draw my sword on you may the good lord strike me dead.?
The union flanks in trouble
To the round top on the double
A bad decision for the nation
Expose the lie in a dangerous way
The burden lies upon us
Surrender is not an option
We are the flank, and if we break, the union crumbles We could lose the war!
The town below?s in the carnage
The rebels charging onward
Push the slaughter forward, lop each orchard.
Through the wheat field and devils den
The valour of the Texans
And Alabama?s best men
Their Unrelenting
And Devastating
The last full measure of devotion?s clear.
We know what we're made of.
Our number is the last
We hold our line, for the cause that we so love
We must hold at all cost
We know what we're made of
And our nation needs us
We?ll stay the cause, for the union we so love
We must hold at all costs!
Wave after wave are coming
Their power must be waning!
We?re out of ammo, we can?t fall back, no
One desperate measure, a means to win
Our men will charge them
There is no other option
Disconcert them, force submission, on my command, fix bayonets!
We know what we're made of.
Our number is the last
We hold our line, for the cause that we so love
We must hold at all cost
We know what we're made of
And our nation needs us
We?ll stay the cause, for the union we so love
We must hold at all costs!
We know what we're made of.
Our number is the last
We hold our line, for the cause that we so love
We must hold at all cost
We know what we're made of
And our nation needs us
We?ll stay the cause, for the union we so love
We must hold at all costs!
Just a mile or so away
Is my dearest friend in this world.
He wears the Blue and I the Grey
And god it hurts me so
The last time we were together I grabbed his hand and I pledged
?If I ever draw my sword on you may the good lord strike me dead.?
The union flanks in trouble
To the round top on the double
A bad decision for the nation
Expose the lie in a dangerous way
The burden lies upon us
Surrender is not an option
We are the flank, and if we break, the union crumbles We could lose the war!
The town below?s in the carnage
The rebels charging onward
Push the slaughter forward, lop each orchard.
Through the wheat field and devils den
The valour of the Texans
And Alabama?s best men
Their Unrelenting
And Devastating
The last full measure of devotion?s clear.
We know what we're made of.
Our number is the last
We hold our line, for the cause that we so love
We must hold at all cost
We know what we're made of
And our nation needs us
We?ll stay the cause, for the union we so love
We must hold at all costs!
Wave after wave are coming
Their power must be waning!
We?re out of ammo, we can?t fall back, no
One desperate measure, a means to win
Our men will charge them
There is no other option
Disconcert them, force submission, on my command, fix bayonets!
We know what we're made of.
Our number is the last
We hold our line, for the cause that we so love
We must hold at all cost
We know what we're made of
And our nation needs us
We?ll stay the cause, for the union we so love
We must hold at all costs!
We know what we're made of.
Our number is the last
We hold our line, for the cause that we so love
We must hold at all cost
We know what we're made of
And our nation needs us
We?ll stay the cause, for the union we so love
We must hold at all costs!
Iced Earth