i am a man who walks alone and when i'm walking a dark road at night or strolling through the park and when the light begins to change i sometimes feel a little strange a little anxious when it's dark fear of the dark fear of the dark i have a constant fear that something's always near fear of the dark fear of the dark i have a phobia that someone's always there have you run your fingers down the wall and have you felt your neck skin crawl when you were searching for the light sometimes when you're scared to take a look at the corner of the room you've sensed that something's watching you fear of the dark fear of the dark i have a constant fear that something's always near fear of the dark fear of the dark i have a phobia that someone's always there have you ever been alone at night thought you heard footsteps behind and turned around and no one's there? and as you quicken up your pace you find it hard to look again because you're sure there's someone there fear of

you'll take my life but i'll take yours too you'll fire your musket but i'll run you through so when you're waiting for the next attack you'd better stand there's no turning back the bugle sounds and the charge begins but on this battlefield no one wins the smell of acrid smoke and horses breath as i plunge on into certain death ooooooooo ooooooooo the horse he sweats with fear we break to run the mighty roar of the russian guns and as we race towards the human wall the screams of pain as my comrades fall we hurdle bodies that lay on the ground and the russians fire another round we get so near yet so far away we won't live to fight another day ooooooooo ooooooooo we get so close near enough to fight when a russian gets me in his sights he pulls the trigger and i feel the blow a burst of rounds take my horse below and as i lay there gazing at the sky my body's numb and my throat is dry and as i lay forgotten and alone without a tear i draw my parting groan