The Mud of Mont-Saint-Jean

If you want to hear more songs, click here:    • Alle Liedjes/All songs   About this song: A dramatic, multi-tempo orchestral epic describing the tragic downfall of Napoleon at the Battle of Waterloo, blending cinematic English storytelling with a powerful French chorus. Language: English / French Subscribe: If you enjoyed this blend of nostalgia and future tech, please subscribe to the channel and hit the bell icon to join our community of creators!    / @henkdenhollander3661   #NewMusic #Waterloo #EpicMusic #CinematicMusic #FrenchChanson #Orchestral Lyrics Verse 1 All through the night the heavens dragged their chains And poured their weight upon the waiting plain The wheat lay broken underneath the rain And every wheel sank deeper in the clay The Emperor stood watching from the ridge His cloak still heavy from the dying storm He waited for the earth to harden first While time slipped quietly away Far in the east beyond the drifting mist Another army stirred before the dawn A distant sound of marching through the mud Still hidden by the morning haze Chorus (French) Victoire ou mort, le ciel nous abandonne (Victory or death, the sky abandons us) Le canon dort dans la terre d’automne (The cannon sleeps in the autumn soil) La Vieille Garde regarde le destin (The Old Guard watches destiny) Et voit la pluie effacer son chemin (And sees the rain erase its path) Vive l’Empereur, crient encore les tambours (Long live the Emperor, the drums still cry) Mais la boue retient les rêves pour toujours (But the mud holds back the dreams forever) Sous Mont-Saint-Jean, dans l’ombre du matin (Under Mont-Saint-Jean, in the morning shadow) L’Empire vacille entre nos mains (The Empire wavers in our hands) Verse 2 Hougoumont burns behind a wall of smoke Its stubborn stones refusing still to yield The cavalry rides bright against the guns Then breaks upon the squares of waiting steel “Where is Grouchy?” carries on the wind Across the roar of muskets and command Yet from the east another answer comes The Prussian drums approach the field Bridge The ridge erupts beneath a storm of fire The Guard moves forward through the choking haze One final throw against the closing dark One final wager of the fading age The flags still rise The eagles still advance But somewhere in the smoke a future shifts And all of Europe holds its breath Chorus (French) Victoire ou mort, le ciel nous abandonne (Victory or death, the sky abandons us) Le canon dort dans la terre d’automne (The cannon sleeps in the autumn soil) La Vieille Garde regarde le destin (The Old Guard watches destiny) Et voit la pluie effacer son chemin (And sees the rain erase its path) Vive l’Empereur, crient encore les tambours (Long live the Emperor, the drums still cry) Mais la boue retient les rêves pour toujours (But the mud holds back the dreams forever) Sous Mont-Saint-Jean, dans l’ombre du matin (Under Mont-Saint-Jean, in the morning shadow) L’Empire vacille entre nos mains (The Empire wavers in our hands) Outro The guns fall silent over Waterloo The smoke drifts slowly from the battered plain The crows descend where thousands made their stand The Emperor rides south The field remains And in the mud of Mont-Saint-Jean The last dream of an empire Sinks beneath the rain.