[instrumental intro] [Verse 1] The year is '78, the frost bites deep On Flanders' fields, a soldier's sleep The Coldstream Guards, a name revered, In ranks so tight, their courage steered. From Minden's plains to Minden's fight, Through bloody battles, taking flight. 'Twas a time of powder, smoke, and dread, The lads of Coldstream, never dead. [Chorus] In the line of steel, we never yield The Coldstream Guards, our shield. From the bogs of Flanders to the hills of Spain, We stand the test, in endless rain. A crack of dawn, a distant drum, The King's decree, the battle's come. In the line of steel, we never yield The Coldstream Guards, our shield. [Verse 2] "Right, lads, steady!" the sergeant cries, "Form a line, and meet the eyes Of the foe! Their numbers swell, But our discipline, it shall excel." "Stand fast, my lads, 'tis a desperate fight, With bayonets fixed, and all our might." "Shoulder to shoulder, that's the way, To keep the foe at bay today!" [Spoken word, almost a growl] "For King and Country, lads, advance!" [Guitar solo – a blistering, virtuosic display of speed and emotion, reflecting the intensity of battle] [Verse 3] The French advance, a crimson tide, Their muskets flash, their sabres ride. But the Coldstream line, a wall of steel, Their steady fire, a force to feel. "Steady, lads, don't give an inch!" "Keep your powder dry, don't flinch!" "Load, aim, fire! A volley true, The French ranks fall, before us drew." [Chorus] In the line of steel, we never yield The Coldstream Guards, our shield. From the bogs of Flanders to the hills of Spain, We stand the test, in endless rain. A crack of dawn, a distant drum, The King's decree, the battle's come. In the line of steel, we never yield The Coldstream Guards, our shield. [Bridge] Through Minden's fields, and Saratoga's fight, Our valor shone, in darkest night. "A bloody mess," the lads would say, "But we fought on, come what may!" "A stand to be proud of, that's the truth." "To leave our mark, and keep our youth." [Outro] [Guitar riff repeats, fading out with a final powerful drum solo] The Coldstream Guards, a legend told, In the line of steel, their story's bold. [Fade to silence]