Blake Gorman - Fire of Battle Lyrics

The thrill of the night
The heat of the light
Burning inside an enemy line
We mark the plan to exercise
With no room to compromise

Tell me when we have to go
To drive back the troops over the hill
And if we don't meet again
I still consider you a friend
To the end, in the fire of battle

I hear the sounds of rogue cannon-fire
The secret of raw gunpowder
I see the hill in a distant light
To brace myself, for the raging fight

Tell me when we have to go
To drive back the troops over the hill
And if we don't meet again
I still consider you a friend
To the end, in the fire of battle