Over the edge of the world, covered in frozen blood, Lost my best friend to snow, ready to fall apart Craving to rule them all, father devoured his heir, Great Army marches far, destined for great despair Hell has frozen over And it's NOW! We have marched for many miles, we shall march for many more In the frozen mud of Russia I am bound to be un-born Swiftly tagged the juice of nation, I was promised easy bread, Father handed one-way journey to the godforsaken land Hear the thump of marching armies, Horses neigh and cannons moan The soundtrack to final battle, Death is reaching for my throat Just one more step On the field of broken wishes Borodino! The beginning of the end Lost! In the 1812! Gone! It's the 1812! Frenchmen strike with reckless fury, Russian forces tear apart On the field of broken wishes Soil is soaking wet with blood Another page In the book of failed ambitions Borodino! Marks beginning of the end! Lost! In the 1812! Gone! It's the 1812!