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