Gla** Hammer - Run Lisette lyrics

It was one In a million It was one In a million It was lost to antiquity From an age when the nations strove Marching to the tune of the Ogre of France But I found and read The true story of a French lieutenant Who found himself in need of a mount 'Twas 1805 and he was rising fast in a world At war It was one In a million It was one In a million She was mean and would rage k**ing a groom Beating down her cage And no one with any sense would ride her She bit everyone She had murder in her heart When she took him by the throat and rode away Did the same to a couple of others Yet he bought the mare It was one In a million It was one In a million And so two years would pa** Still he rides the meanest mare in the army It had become a joke among the men But they fought as one "Bear this message of retreat and save the day!" None ride faster than Lisette through the fray Round-shot swift as d**h Left no time to react Tore clean through his helm But left his head intact Such was the shock of impact It left him paralyzed Yet he's aware of everything, everyone This hill is lost, everything overrun Why does the horse now tarry While here he sits exposed Though the square is broken She seems but to doze Whence fled all her fury And where fled all her ire? Once so full of anger Once so full of fire Run Lisette and become the wind You must hasten now lest we meet our end In this cannonade or by Russian lance For at every turn 'tis with d**h we dance I Bellephoron, you the Pegasus Grow you wings my friend for to fly you must So now run Lisette, oh you wicked beast You will leave us here to die so cruel! Yet he's aware of everything Then a grenadier struck a fateful blow Thrust with his blade Aimed at the Aide But it missed and went wide And it tore into Lisette Into her thigh did it plunge Caused her to lunge as she Went for the throat Still the Aide cannot move, he's wounded so She's grabbed her foe She's found her legs, so that Now watch her go Run, run like the wind To murder him Finds her spot Clear of the lot Stomping like d**h Biting deep into flesh She k**s her man Fast goes the horse and rider Both wounded, but alive But for the mare Lisette Neither would survive Run, for the blood is flowing Fly, for the snow grows deep Back to friendly faces Round friendly fires to sleep Run Lisette and become the wind You must hasten now lest we meet our end In this cannonade or by Russian lance For at every turn 'tis with d**h we dance I Bellephoron, you the Pegasus Grow you wings my friend for to fly you must So now run Lisette, oh you wicked beast Back to friendly fires, familiar faces And now his thoughts are turning ever homeward And thus the beast must bear him there and onward And now his thoughts are turning ever homeward And thus the beast must bear him there and onward