Lyrics:

In July 1863
A nation torn in tragedy
A trick of fate,Two great armies merge
Gods of war at Gettysburg
Devastation lies ahead
50,000 bodies litter the land
Hell rages three full days
The reaper sows, there's the devil to pay

The pressure's on and the resb's attack
The yanks must hold, They can't fall back
Just two brigades, 2000 strong
Against 20,000 they can't hold long

General Reynolds makes his way
Expect no mercy from the iron brigade
Until he shows they're on their own
But Buford's men have a will of stone

Bayonets gleam in the moorning sun
Smoke and fire belching from their guns
Another volley and again they strike
Thousands more comin' down Chambersbourg pike

Chorus
This tragedy and what it brings
All th devastation
'The reaper has his way'
Men will kill, Blood will spill
To preserve the nation
'There's the devil to pay'

South of town down the Emmitsburg road
The first corps are starting to show
For Buford's men, They're here just in time
The desperate need to strenghthen the line

Bodies dropping the blue and the grey
Muskets fire and cannon blaze
The union fights defending the town
But they're outnumbered and losing ground

From the north and the west mre rebels arrive
Thousands more and the fight multiplies
McPhearson's ridge and the black hats strike
A rebel sharshooter takes Reynolds life

Repeat Chorus

(Instrumental Bridge)

Attack! Attack! General Lee gives command
They're overwhelmed, The situation demands
The federals retreat and rush out of town
But they have