The rain, it falls like a curtain
Wolves are on our heels
Desperate men feeling pressure, pressure to survive
The train of men never ending, moving through the night
Once before I have seen these lands, waterloo is my ground

Look at their faces, what do you see?
We must pull through for them, set the world free
Keep the pace and push through fire
Never yield the ground that's chosen
Backs against the wall

The night is lit by their fires, the light of countless men
A silence reigned so profound till the downpour resumed
A present left for the morning by the fates in the night
Battle time slowly creeping
the night laughs at what it leaves

Dire moment of the century, not a moment's respite
Two wolves chained
and are waiting for their master's respite
A wolf that's tired but collected, the other suffers but snarls
When noon arrives we will ride them down
Let's let slip the dogs of war

And now we stand on the corner
between the fear and the rage
It's almost time for the blood storm
pray to what God you choose
The grand armee beats the war drum, blood is racing and I
I can't believe this has come to pass, twenty years of war