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Borisov, 1812
Warrants nailed into splintered posts,
Hungry peasants hunt down the Corsican.
Bonaparte has eluded them again
Mistaken identity, they have the wrong man!
Retreating from Moscow through the bitter cold
Plundering the villages, struggling to survive
Sleeping in barns, praying during the night
Their chattering teeth reveal their plight
Weary footprints stamp the Russian snow
Far away from family, their heads bowed low
Their buttons have crumbled in the biting chill
See their tattered cloaks and their soggy boots
Visions of grandeur have all but dissolved,
French ambition, now a dismembered fool,
A long ghastly trail, snaking through the dark
Cossacks pursue them like starving hounds
See them withdrawing, frost bitten and hungry
The army of Napoleon is shivering
Splintered wagons abandoned in the ice
A hungry wind fans the flames towards the bridge
A flickering mosaic burns against the sky,
Silhouettes of death piling up high
Their bulging eyes staring at defeat
Screaming thousands, into the river they sink!
The panicky horses all mowed down
Their nostrils flaring as they drown
Warm trickling blood
Fusing into crimson snow!
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