Текст песни New Model Army - The Charge
New Model Army - The Charge слова песни
Our history speaks in thunder from a thousand village hallsIn blood and sweat and sacrifice, in honouring every callSo the forces gathered against the thorn a-piercing in their sideA brave new world is beckoning so the olden world must die. In the offices of the city, at all the tables of oak and powerThe snares are laid and baited for the approaching of the hourA hundred justifications and the presses are ready to rollThe gateways to the nation they are firmly under control Chorus:On, on, on, cried the leaders at the backWe went galloping down the blackened hillsAnd into the gaping trapThe bridges are burnt behind us and there`s waiting guns aheadInto the valley of death rode the brave hundredsWe called for some assistance from the friends that we had knownBut this is the 1980s and we were on our ownWe never felt like heroes or martyrs to a causeJust battle-weary soldiers in a bloody civil war The massacre now is over and the order new enshrinedWhile a quarter of the nation are abandoned far behindTheir leaders offer the clichй words, so righteous in defeatBut no one needs morality when there isn`t enough to eatThe unity bond is broken and the loyalty songs are fakeI`ll screw my only brother for even a glimpse at a piece of the cakeWe only cry in private here behind the shuttered glassWhen we think of the charge of this brigade, the severing of the past Chorus:On, on, on, cried the leaders at the backWe went galloping down the blackened hillsAnd into the gaping trapThe bridges are burnt behind us and there`s waiting guns aheadInto the valley of death rode the brave hundreds