Mist in the Valley Lyrics

The morning sun paints the sky in glimmering golden layers.
The soldiers no reason why, this is their final prayer.
Six hundred cavalrymen gathered on their horses.
Sent into certain death against russian forces.
Jaws of death will chew them alive, barely handful will survive.
"Forward the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!" He said
Into the valley of death
Rode the six hundred

Cannons all around of them the roars split the skies
Horses fall down as do men, hear their piercing cries.
Ambushed all the six hundred, they only followed orders.
Cannonfire, men are dead. No match for russian forces
Artillery smoke and dust enshrouds all the men
Everything happened very fast
Brittish charge came to an end
Stormed at with shot and shell
boldly they rode and well

They were one with the mist in the valley
Charge towards the guns, time to meet your maker
They were one with the mist in the valley
Remember their name, honour the light brigade

Russian guns like thunder, sons of brittain fall down dead.
Only because some blundered in vain have blood been shed
When will their glory fade? o' the wild charge they made.
Names echo on forever. Men will die at the break of dawn.
Those who came through the never we remember they are gone
evening sun paints the sky in glimmering golden layers
In the valley soldier lie, remember them in our prayers.

They were one with the mist in the valley
Charge towards the guns, time to meet your maker
They were one with the mist in the valley
Remember their name, honour the light brigade

They were one with the mist in the valley
Charge towards the guns, time to meet your maker
They were one with the mist in the valley
Remember their name, honour the light brigade