Mist in the Valley

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