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  • It was very close, yesterday
    I thought for sure, they would break
    But this attack, that
    I have planned
    A massive strike across open land
    In the center, they will break(Will they break?)
    But plan it well, everything's at stake
    We'll hit 'em hard, not a silent gun
    Before the
    Infantry's begun
    Execute it well, we risk everything
    It's in Gods hands now
    General Lee,
    I must tell you straight
    I believe this attack will fail
    No fifteen thousand men ever made
    Will overtake that ridge today
    A mile charge over open ground
    With Yankee cannon gunnin' us down
    We do our duty, we do what we must
    And in my plan, you will trust(Thousands die on this day)
    Execute it well, we risk everything
    It's in Gods hands now
    The rebel cannon break the silence
    One hundred fifty guns make up their cannonade
    They must destroy the
    Union Center
    Before the
    Infantry can launch their grand assault
    The Yankees are returning fire(The Earth shakes violently)
    In Washington
    D.C. Lincoln
    Feels the earth shake
    What happens here this day
    The fate of this nation
    In the balance it will hang
    Consumed with the pain
    The courage of the blue
    The valor of the grey
    So very sad but true
    Consumed with the pain
    The Virginians are the chosen
    In wait behind the trees on
    Seminary Ridge
    Longstreet's slow to give the orders
    The lines emerged a mile, fifteen thousand men
    The charge begins in all its grandeur(To the copse of trees)
    For many of these men
    They know it is their last
    The slaughter now ensues
    Bodies fall like rain
    They valiantly pursue
    Yet doomed to remain
    At the double quick they charge
    The canister rips through them
    To the mouth of hell they march
    Glory, the only gain
    We're almost there my boys
    I've never served with finer
    We must push forward boys
    And bayonet the
    Yankee tyrants
    To the copse of trees we charge
    To crush the
    Union Center
    And when they turn and run
    An open road leads us to freedom
    It's over now we are retreating
    I never thought that we'd be beaten
    All this blood is on my hands
    The thousands dead due to my plan
    I am responsible, all of it is my fault
    I thought us invincible
    Is this gods will, after all?
    I look across this blood soaked land
    All this blood is on my hands
    God forgive me, please forgive me
    It's all my fault
    The blood is on my hands
  • It was very close, yesterday
    I thought for sure, they would break
    But this attack, that
    I have planned
    A massive strike across open land
    In the center, they will break(Will they break?)
    But plan it well, everything's at stake
    We'll hit 'em hard, not a silent gun
    Before the
    Infantry's begun
    Execute it well, we risk everything
    It's in Gods hands now
    General Lee,
    I must tell you straight
    I believe this attack will fail
    No fifteen thousand men ever made
    Will overtake that ridge today
    A mile charge over open ground
    With Yankee cannon gunnin' us down
    We do our duty, we do what we must
    And in my plan, you will trust(Thousands die on this day)
    Execute it well, we risk everything
    It's in Gods hands now
    The rebel cannon break the silence
    One hundred fifty guns make up their cannonade
    They must destroy the
    Union Center
    Before the
    Infantry can launch their grand assault
    The Yankees are returning fire(The Earth shakes violently)
    In Washington
    D.C. Lincoln
    Feels the earth shake
    What happens here this day
    The fate of this nation
    In the balance it will hang
    Consumed with the pain
    The courage of the blue
    The valor of the grey
    So very sad but true
    Consumed with the pain
    The Virginians are the chosen
    In wait behind the trees on
    Seminary Ridge
    Longstreet's slow to give the orders
    The lines emerged a mile, fifteen thousand men
    The charge begins in all its grandeur(To the copse of trees)
    For many of these men
    They know it is their last
    The slaughter now ensues
    Bodies fall like rain
    They valiantly pursue
    Yet doomed to remain
    At the double quick they charge
    The canister rips through them
    To the mouth of hell they march
    Glory, the only gain
    We're almost there my boys
    I've never served with finer
    We must push forward boys
    And bayonet the
    Yankee tyrants
    To the copse of trees we charge
    To crush the
    Union Center
    And when they turn and run
    An open road leads us to freedom
    It's over now we are retreating
    I never thought that we'd be beaten
    All this blood is on my hands
    The thousands dead due to my plan
    I am responsible, all of it is my fault
    I thought us invincible
    Is this gods will, after all?
    I look across this blood soaked land
    All this blood is on my hands
    God forgive me, please forgive me
    It's all my fault
    The blood is on my hands