Cryptic Wintermoon - pride of australia

Gathering –below the blazing sunlight Way out of the enemies sight Assembled riders behind the ridge Waiting for the battle call Soon to ride against the foe Armed with blessings and bayonets Flashing like swords in the light of sun Waiting for the orders to come Attack! Pushing them horses into a trot Spreading out over the field Still unseen by the enemies eye Riding for glory or riding to die Quicken the pace – into a gallop Riding – ignoring the fear Of cause we were scared – but we couldn?t drop Wishing to hell we weren?t here Shaking ground – as the canons begin to roar Detonating – as we ride straight into war Falling – horses go insane Dying – soldiers scream in pain Rapid fire – begins to take its toll Riders – horses – deadly wounded they fall Ground – shaking – roaring horses thunder We will ride to victory – never going under! Plowing through the enemy Overrunning man and gun They surrender or they die The battle must be won Down in Berersheba A legend was made Paid with blood Of the light horse brigade