It was one - in a million

It was one - in a million



It was lost to antiquity

From and age when the nations strove

Marching to the tune of the Ogre of France

But I found and read

The true story of a french Lieutenant

Who found himself in need of a mount

'Twas 1805 and he was rising fast

In a world at war



It was one - in a million



She was mean and would rage

Killing a groom - beating down her cage

And no one with any sense would ride her

She bit everyone

She had murder in her heart

When she took him by the throat and rode away

Did the same to a couple of others

Yet he bought the mare



It was one - in a million



It was one - in a million



And so two years would pass

Still he rides the meanest mare in the army

It had become a joke among the men

But they fought as one

"Bear this message of retreat and save the day!"

None ride faster than Lisette through the fray



Round-shot swift as death

Left no time to react

Tore clean through his helm

But left his head intact

Such was the shock of impact

It left him paralyzed

Yet he's aware - everything, everyone

This hill is lost, everything overrun



(1st voice)

Why does the horse now tarry

While here he sits exposed

Though the square is broken

She seems but to doze

Whence fled all her fury and

Where fled all her ire

Once so full of anger!

Once so full of fire



(2nd voice)

Run Lisette and become the wind

You must hasten now lest we meet our end

In this cannonade or by Russian lance

For at every turn 'tis with Death we dance

I Bellephoron, you the Pegasus

Grow you wings my friend for to fly you must

So now run Lisette, oh you wicked beast

You will leave us here to die so cruel!



Then a grenadier struck a fateful blow

Thrust with his blade

Aimed at the Aide - but it

Missed and went wide -and it

Tore into Lisette - into her

Thigh did it plunge

caused her to lunge as she

Went for the throat

Still the Aide cannot move, he's wounded so



She's grabbed her foe

She's found her legs - so that

Now watch her go

Run, run like the wind to murder him

Finds her spot

Clear of the lot

Stomping like death

Biting deep into flesh - she kills her man



(1st voice)

Fast goes the horse and rider

Both wounded, but alive

But for the mare Lisette

Neither would survive

Run, for the blood is flowing

Fly, for the snow grows deep

Back to friendly faces

Round friendly fires to sleep



(2nd voice)

Run Lisette and become the wind

You must hasten now lest we meet our end

In this cannonade or by Russian lance

For at every turn 'tis with Death we dance

I Bellephoron, you the Pegasus

Grow you wings my friend for to fly you must

So now run Lisette, oh you wicked beast

Back to friendly fires, familiar faces



(3rd voice)

And now his thoughts are turning ever homeward

And thus the beast must bear him there and onward

And now his thoughts are turning ever homeward

And thus the beast must bear him there and onward