Letra de Done With Bonaparte (Live At Gibson Amphitheatre / June 28th 2006)
We've paid in hell since Moscow burned As cossacks tear us piece by piece Our dead are strewn a hundred leagues Though death would be a sweet release And our Grande Armée is dressed in rags A frozen starving beggar band Like rats, we steal each other's scraps Fall to fighting hand to handSave my soul from evil, Lord And heal this soldier's heart I'll trust in thee to keep me, Lord I'm done with BonaparteWhat dreams he made for us to dream Spanish skies, Egyptian sands That world was ours, we marched upon Our little corporal's command And I lost an eye at Austerlitz The sabre slash, yet, give me pain My one true love awaits me still The flower of the AquitaineSave my soul from evil, Lord And heal this soldier's heart I'll trust in thee to keep me, Lord I'm done with BonaparteI pray for her who prays for me A safe return to my belle France We prayed these wars would end all wars In war we know is no romance And I pray our child will never see A little corporal again Point toward a foreign shore Captivate the hearts of menSave my soul from evil, Lord And heal this soldier's heart I'll trust in thee to keep me, Lord I'm done with Bonaparte