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