| Back in the trench beneath this grey sky
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| Together waiting for the end
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| We stick our chests out decorated with medals
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| Before the lead will replace all the pride in these hearts
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| And there will be no celebration, forgotten names etched in the mud
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| Me I believe honour lasts forever, therefore I sacrifice
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| My life is yours
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| This stench of flesh in putrefaction
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| Inebriates the living dead
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| Breathing the soul of the slain in battle
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| We wait in line with our comrades our ration of hell
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| Under the flag of our nation we fight the enemy until the last stand
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| We earn on the field the respect of fathers, united we immolate
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| Our lives are yours
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| Bleeding under the scars
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| Going for a recognition, going for a purple heart
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| We are becoming insane here, forgotten in fox holes
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| We fight the primal fear more than the real foe
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| No we can’t discern them clearly from our companions
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| We’re going insane here. |
| Why don’t you hear us?
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| Why don’t you rescue us all?
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| Hidden in my shelter under heavy enemy attack
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| My thoughts ink the letters
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| That will never reach my hearth
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| Memories are stabbing my soul like a bayonet
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| I forgot the reason why we are confined in this hell
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| «Honour goes far beyond death and suffering
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| And only through the sacrifice of the brave will peace be restored
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| Don’t despair my sons, keep your heads high
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| For your names will be remembered forever in time»
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| To defend you my sire I have blown away my soul
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| Devastating my own life
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| With no rewards
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| Choking my existence with lies
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| Led by the devil to paradise: Down |