From the recording Over the Hills
A fist-pumping tribute to the legendary regiment of British sharpshooters; the 95th Rifles. This galloping anthem is irresistibly catchy and has been a firm fan-favourite since its original release on our 2018 demo EP.
Lyrics
See them arrayed who have come to this place
The challenge is written on every face
High on his horse the General stands tall
He’s safe at this range, there’s no danger at all
“Crack” sounds the shot, the bright spray of blood
The General falls and he dies in the mud
Fear starts to spread among the rank and file
While out in the field a Rifleman smiles
What can you do?
Green Jackets coming for you
Into the fray
Green Jackets making them pay
And here’s a big cheer for the 95th Rifles
First in the field and the last from the fray
Deadly precision, achieving their mission
Raise your fist, 95th
Men of the Light, the British elite
Quick with their rifles and quick on their feet
Scum of the Earth, they live and fight hard
Choosing their targets at 200 yards
Making them pay
Green jackets winning the day
Winning the day
Green jackets leading the way