Iron Freaks Maiden part one

Si hay algún grupo que destaque por tener, desde siempre, las letras más curiosas, ese es Iron Maiden. En una pequeña sección os iré guiando por las canciones que más me han llamado la atención. Para comenzar, The Trooper, basada en el poema de Lord Tennyson que hizo a raiz del valiente acto por parte de la brigada ligera inglesa durante la batalla de Balaclava en la guerra de Crimea en la cual británicos, franceses y turcos se enfrentaron al ejército ruso y dónde la aclamada brigada cargó contra los cañones para tomarlos en un acto desesperado durante una batalla que se estaba haciendo cada vez más complicada.

Aquí os dejo el poema y la canción. ¡Un saludo!


The Charge Of The Light Brigade
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Memorializing Events in the Battle of Balaclava, October 25, 1854
Written 1854

Half a league half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred:
'Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns' he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

'Forward, the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismay'd ?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Some one had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do & die,
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd & thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack & Russian
Reel'd from the sabre-stroke,
Shatter'd & sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse & hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder'd.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!

Iron Maiden - The Trooper