Time has worn the soldiers down,
Marched for many miles.
In the eastern lands so cursed,
Time to make a stand.
Tsar has scorched his nation's land,
Nothing to be found.
Hunger grasps the soldiers' hearts,
20,000 strong.
Listen, excuse for a king,
Trust me, this fight you can't win.
(Poltava),
Rode to certain death and pain.
(Poltava),
Swedish soldiers met their Bane.
(Poltava),
Sacrificed their lives in vain,
Poltava.
In the shade of morning mist,
Advancing on their foe.
Bullets break the silent air,
Wasted battle plan.
Swedish forces stand alone,
King has left command.
Rule is left to lesser men,
Waiting for their chance.
Listen, obey my command,
Hear me, or die by my hand...
Russian armies blocked their way,
20,000 lost that day.
They bled the ground,
Peace they found.
There's no sign of victory,
King Carolus had to flee
And leave the land,
Leave command.
Madness, curse your feeble horde,
Fear me, you'll die by my sword...

From the south to the front into No-Man's Land,
From a farm to the end of the road.
Son of France, he's the first on the frontline
Coming home,
Coming home,
Let his story be known.