| The salient is an arc of flame
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| Machine guns fire in hysteria
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| Thousands of soldiers die every day
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| The wounded scream in agony
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| Witness the last attack of the cavalry
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| Gunned down and shot to pieces
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| The artillery created a landscape equal to the moon
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| Through a storm of steel
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| Through no man’s land
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| Bullets blow you to kingdom come
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| No man’s land
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| Only the rats grew fat on attrition
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| Glutted with the flesh of dead soldiers
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| Loathsome, bloated creatures
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| Half blind and big as cats
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| The morale of the army
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| Was sinking in the swamps of the salient
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| Vicious in victory
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| We’re out for war, war to the death
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| Through a storm of steel
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| Through no man’s land
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| Bullets blow you to kingdom come
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| No man’s land
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| Stuck on a bayonet, or shot at dawn
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| Life expectancy, there is none
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| Men slipped and slithered
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| Through bloody soil on the battleground
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| Divisions were going across like terriers
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| Intent on flushing rats from a hole
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| Through a storm of steel
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| Through no man’s land
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| Bullets blow you to kingdom come
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| No man’s land |