https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7NYhTwLCT-Q

We’ve paid in hell since Moscow burned
These Cossacks tear us piece by piece
Our dead are strewn a hundred leagues
Though death would be a sweet release
Our “grande armée” is dressed in rags
A frozen, starving, beggar band
Like rats we steal each other’s scraps
Fall to fighting hand to hand

Save my soul from evil, Lord
And heal this soldier’s heart
I’ll trust in thee to keep me, Lord
I’m done with Bonaparte

And so on