The Bugle Sounds And The Charge Begins But On This Battlefield No One Wins. The Smell Of Acrid Smoke And Horses Breath As I Plunge On Into Certain Death. - SearchQuotes

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The Bugle sounds and the charge begins but on this battlefield no one wins. The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath as I plunge on into certain death.

Iron Maiden

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