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The Trooper
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The Trooper foi lançado em 16 de maio de 1983 por Sanctuary Records como parte do álbum Piece of Mind (Remastered)
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Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Bruce Dickinson
Bruce Dickinson
Vocais
Steve Harris
Steve Harris
Baixo
Nicko McBrain
Nicko McBrain
Bateria
Adrian Smith
Adrian Smith
Violão
Dave Murray
Dave Murray
Violão
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Steve Harris
Steve Harris
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Bruce Buchalter
Bruce Buchalter
Engenharia (mixagem)
Ade Emsley
Ade Emsley
Engenharia (masterização)
Martin Birch
Martin Birch
Produção
Tony Newton
Tony Newton
Engenharia (masterização)
Dennis Haliburton
Dennis Haliburton
Engenharia de gravação (assistente)
Franklin Gibson
Franklin Gibson
Engenharia (assistente)
Simon Heyworth
Simon Heyworth
Engenharia (masterização)

Letra

[Verse 1]
You'll take my life but I'll take yours too
You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through
So when you're waiting for the next attack
You'd better stand, there's no turning back
[Verse 2]
The bugle sounds and the charge begins
But on this battlefield no one wins
The smell of acrid smoke and horses' breath
As I plunge on into certain death
[Bridge]
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
[Verse 3]
The horse, he sweats with fear, we break to run
The mighty roar of the Russian guns
And as we race towards the human wall
The screams of pain as my comrades fall
[Verse 4]
We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground
And the Russians fire another round
We get so near yet so far away
We won't live to fight another day
[Bridge]
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
[Verse 5]
We get so close, near enough to fight
When a Russian gets me in his sights
He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow
A burst of rounds take my horse below
[Verse 6]
And as I lay there gazing at the sky
My body's numb and my throat is dry
And as I lay, forgotten and alone
Without a tear, I draw my parting groan
[Bridge]
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Written by: Steve Harris
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