I'll add the other two songs later
Iced Earth-Gettysburg 1863 Pt III
"High Water Mark" (Schaffer)
(Lee)
It was very close,yesterday
I thought for sure that they would break
but this attack,that I have planned
A massive strike across open land
In the center,they will break
Plan it well,everything's at stake
We'll hit em hard,not a silent gun
Before the infantry's begun
Execute it well...
We risk everything...
It's in god's hands now...
(Longstreet)
General Lee,I must tell you straight
That I believe this attack will fail
No 15,000 men ever made
Will overtake that ridge today
A mile charge over open ground
With yankee cannon,gunnin us down
(Lee)
We do our duty
We do what we must
And in my plan...you will trust
"Thousands Die..."
Execute it well...
We risk everything...
"On this day"
It's in god's hands now...
The rebel cannon break the silence
150 guns make up their cannonade
They must destroy the union center
Before the infantry can launch their grand assault
The yankees are returning fire
In Washington DC,Lincoln feels the earth shake
What happens here this day
The fate of this nation
In the balance it will hang
Consumed with the pain
The courage of the blue
The valor of the grey
So very sad but true
Consumed with the pain
The Virginians are the chosen
And went behind the trees of "Seminary Ridge"
Longstreet's slow to give the order
The lines emerge a mile,15,000 men
The charge begins in all it's grandeur
"To The Copse Of Trees..."
For many of these men they know it is their last
The slaughter now ensues,bodies fall like rain
They valiently pursue,yet doomed to remain
At the "Double quick" they charge
The cannister rips through them
To the mouth of hell they march
Glory...the only game
(Lee)
Were almost there my boys!
Under the sun we fire
We must push forward boys!
And bayonet the Yankee tyrants!
To the "Copse of trees" we charge
To crush the union center
And when they turn and run
An open road leads us to freedom!
(Pickett's Charge 9:35-10:05)
(Lee)
It's over now we are retreating
I never thought that we'd be beaten
All this blood is on my hands
The thousands dead due to my plan
Iam responsible
All of this is my fault
I thought us invincible
Is this god's will after all?
I look across these blood soaked lands
All this blood is on my hands
God forgive me! Please forgive me!
It's all my fault
The blood is on my hands...
Iced Earth-Gettysburg 1863 Pt III
"High Water Mark" (Schaffer)
(Lee)
It was very close,yesterday
I thought for sure that they would break
but this attack,that I have planned
A massive strike across open land
In the center,they will break
Plan it well,everything's at stake
We'll hit em hard,not a silent gun
Before the infantry's begun
Execute it well...
We risk everything...
It's in god's hands now...
(Longstreet)
General Lee,I must tell you straight
That I believe this attack will fail
No 15,000 men ever made
Will overtake that ridge today
A mile charge over open ground
With yankee cannon,gunnin us down
(Lee)
We do our duty
We do what we must
And in my plan...you will trust
"Thousands Die..."
Execute it well...
We risk everything...
"On this day"
It's in god's hands now...
The rebel cannon break the silence
150 guns make up their cannonade
They must destroy the union center
Before the infantry can launch their grand assault
The yankees are returning fire
In Washington DC,Lincoln feels the earth shake
What happens here this day
The fate of this nation
In the balance it will hang
Consumed with the pain
The courage of the blue
The valor of the grey
So very sad but true
Consumed with the pain
The Virginians are the chosen
And went behind the trees of "Seminary Ridge"
Longstreet's slow to give the order
The lines emerge a mile,15,000 men
The charge begins in all it's grandeur
"To The Copse Of Trees..."
For many of these men they know it is their last
The slaughter now ensues,bodies fall like rain
They valiently pursue,yet doomed to remain
At the "Double quick" they charge
The cannister rips through them
To the mouth of hell they march
Glory...the only game
(Lee)
Were almost there my boys!
Under the sun we fire
We must push forward boys!
And bayonet the Yankee tyrants!
To the "Copse of trees" we charge
To crush the union center
And when they turn and run
An open road leads us to freedom!
(Pickett's Charge 9:35-10:05)
(Lee)
It's over now we are retreating
I never thought that we'd be beaten
All this blood is on my hands
The thousands dead due to my plan
Iam responsible
All of this is my fault
I thought us invincible
Is this god's will after all?
I look across these blood soaked lands
All this blood is on my hands
God forgive me! Please forgive me!
It's all my fault
The blood is on my hands...
