Bb Eb Cm F Bb Eb - F
Bb Eb Cm F Bb Eb F Bb
Gm
We've paid in hell since Moscow burned
Bb
As cossacks tear us piece by piece
F
Our dead are strewn a hundred leagues
Eb
Though death would be a sweet release
Gm
And our grande armee is dressed in rags
Bb
A frozen starving beggar band
F
Like rats we steal each others scraps
Eb F - Bb
Fall to fighting hand to hand
Eb Bb Gm
Save my soul from evil Lord and heal this soldiers heart
Bb Cm Eb
I'll trust in thee to keep me Lord, I'm done with Bona (to beginning)
