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
Nightstryke - Mist in the Valley Lyrics
Nightstryke - Mist in the Valley Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
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
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
Writer: Rami Hermunen
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid