In the annals of history, their names shining bright.
In the aftermath's shadow, with echoes of pain,
With swords and with glory, they rode into fate,
With courage unyielding, they stormed through the night,
Boldly they rode, into the mouth of hell,
Their legend immortal, in the eternal light.ght.
Valiant hearts, undeterred, led the way,
With thunder and fury, the cannons did sound,
Half a league, half a league, onward they rode,
Six hundred brave souls, they marched evermore,
From Britain's green fields, to Crimea's dread shore,
In the valley of death, where the cannons roar,
Men of the Light Brigade, with stories untold,
The Light Brigade's charge, a testament to,
The Charge of the Light Brigade, forever great.
Into the jaws of death, they surged to obey,
Born of the cavalry, the finest and bold,
Yet onward they charged, on that blood-soaked ground.
With sabres drawn high, their spirits ablaze,
Cannon to the right, cannon to the left,
Few returned homeward, but honour they gained,
A story of valour, we'll forever tell.
They fought through the fire, though so many bereft,
Broken but unbowed, through the heart of the fight,
Honour the charge, remember the day,
When six hundred heroes showed us the way,
Into the valley, where bravery flowed,
Forward, the order, no time for delay,
Oh, Charge of the Light Brigade, in the face of the fray,
The brave and the fallen, the fearless and true.
Riding into the fire, through the smoke and the haze.
They answered the call, to battle once more.