[Intro] [Weeping pedal steel and melodic singing fiddle over fingerpicked acoustic guitar, locking into an upbeat 102 BPM Telecaster twang and crisp drums] [Verse 1] Sixth of November, cold and gray The fields of Saxony fade away Sulfur and muskets blinding the sight The Lion of the North rides into the night On the stallion Streiff, straight through the dust In iron and blood, in God we trust Pikes and steel against the chest A final ride before the rest [Pre-Chorus] Lost in the smoke, cut off and blind The black riders close from behind Three bullets tear through bone and coat A shattered blade, a silent throat [Chorus] The mist of Lützen swallows the king Empty saddles, iron rings Gustav falls in the blood and clay While the army storms without delay Through the fire and the shattered line The Lion fell, the victory is mine [Verse 2] Bernhard of Weimar takes the command Turn the grief into iron hand Swedish brigades in blind despair Tearing the cannons from their lair No mercy left, no room for grace Smiles of vengeance on every face The imperial lines break into flight Carrying the dead king through the night [Bridge] A horse with no rider A crown in the dirt November sixteen-thirty-two Legends never die! [Chorus] The mist of Lützen swallows the king Empty saddles, iron rings Gustav falls in the blood and clay While the army storms without delay Through the fire and the shattered line The Lion fell, the victory is mine [Outro] Lützen. [Pedal steel swells and sings over an easy country shuffle, resolving on a crisp Telecaster bend]
