Ô Holy is the crusade they launch To clear the head of the maniac Sealing the lips They silenced the little devil Biting the bit It complied like a tamed animal Wheel it in to the shrine The needle filling in the line The limbs were numbed I wonder why When you went to war My flag was already high Charge, clear, shock The sarge you hear will raise his flock It's the charge of the Light Brigade The treatment of choice for the renegade A paper boat is drifting On the stream of tears of oblivion Carrying away The dreams of the little children Finding its way To the bottom of the ocean Neon light And the sharp sheet of ice They screened the gold And left me the brown Kicked the dead horse When it was already down Charge, clear, shock