We've paid in hell since Moscow burned
  As Cossacks tear us piece by piece
  Our dead are strewn a hundred leagues
  Though death would be a sweet release
  And our grande armée is dressed in rags
  A frozen starving beggar band
  Like rats we steal each other's scraps
  Fall to fighting hand to hand
  Save my soul from evil, Lord
  And heal this soldier's heart
  I'll trust in thee to keep me, Lord
  I'm done with Bonaparte
  What dreams he made for us to dream
  Spanish skies, Egyptian sands
  The world was ours, we marched upon
  Our little Corporal's command
  And I lost an eye at Austerlitz
  The sabre slash yet gives me pain
  My one true love awaits me still
  The flower of the aquitaine
  Save my soul from evil, Lord
  And heal this soldier's heart
  I'll trust in thee to keep me, Lord
  I'm done with Bonaparte
  I pray for her who prays for me
  A safe return to my belle France
  We prayed these wars would end all wars
  In war we know is no romance
  And I pray our child will never see
  A little Corporal again
  Point toward a foreign shore
  Captivate the hearts of men
  Save my soul from evil, Lord
  And heal this soldier's heart
  I'll trust in thee to keep me, Lord
  I'm done with Bonaparte