[Instrumental solo, flute] [Verse 1] In the year of eighteen-fifteen, under summer's cruel sun, The Coldstream Guards marched forth, with duty to be done. Through the fields of Belgium, where destiny did call, We stood with Wellington, against Napoleon's fall. [Chorus, 2 voices] On the fields of Waterloo, we stood our ground, The roar of battle, a deafening sound. With muskets high and spirits bold, For Europe's fate, our story's told. [Flute] [Verse 2] The drums did beat, the bugles blew, the charge was on the way, "Steady, lads," the sergeants called, at the break of day. Cannon fire lit up the sky, smoke clouded our view, But onward marched the redcoats, the brave, the tried, the true. [Bridge] Bayonets fixed, we faced the French, in the mud and the mire, For king and country, we held the line, through cannon's fire. "Form square!" the order came, as cavalry did sweep, In the heart of chaos, our resolve was ours to keep. [Chorus 2 voices] On the fields of Waterloo, we stood our ground, The roar of battle, a deafening sound. With hearts of oak, we faced the storm, In history's book, our valor's warm. [Solo, flute, orchestra] [Verse 3] The Grenadiers, the Fusiliers, together we did fight, Against the Eagles of Napoleon, in the fading light. "Remember lads, what's at stake," our captain fiercely said, "For a future free from tyranny, we'll bleed till we are dead." [Verse 4] As evening fell, the battle turned, the French began to flee, Victory was ours to claim, on that field of destiny. The cost was high, the ground was soaked, with blood of friend and foe, But from that day, Europe's path, in peace, began to grow. [Solo, flute, orchestra] [Outro] Now every night when cannons sleep, and stars do guard the sky, The ghosts of Waterloo whisper, of the day they did not die. For on those fields of Waterloo, where we made our stand, The Coldstream Guards, with glory, helped shape the lay of land. [Chorus 1 voice] On the fields of Waterloo, we stood our ground, The roar of battle, a deafening sound. In history's echo, our tale resounds, "Waterloo's Roar," where freedom was found. [Verse 4] As evening fell, the battle turned, the French began to flee, Victory was ours to claim, on that field of destiny. The cost was high, the ground was soaked, with blood of friend and foe, But from that day, Europe's path, in peace, began to grow. [Solo, flute, orchestra] [Outro] Now every night when cannons sleep, and stars do guard the sky, The ghosts of Waterloo whisper, of the day they did not die. For on those fields of Waterloo, where we made our stand, The Coldstream Guards, with glory, helped shape the lay of land. [Chorus 1 voice] On the fields of Waterloo, we stood our ground, The roar of battle, a deafening sound. In history's echo, our tale resounds, "Waterloo's Roar," where freedom was found.