| Waves of our finest soldiers, their bayonets are raised
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| Crawling through the bloodstained furrows, inhuman death maze
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| Into a maelstrom of fire leading to a near-certain death
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| Endure a prolonged bombardment, the casualties immense
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| Glory! |
| Quick and painless…
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| Over the top. |
| Trench Tactics
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| Down in the trench, I lay there shaking
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| Wounded, psychologically breaking
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| Well aware, my next breath could be my last
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| I ponder all the deeds from my past
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| Needless slaughter in appalling conditions
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| Worn down by a battle of attrition
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| Stinking corpses embrace my body
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| My resting Place has been prearranged for me
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| Deep in the ditch, my body aching
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| Left for dead, my life forsaken
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| Realize that I never had a chance
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| I hope and pray my platoon can advance
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| Distant screams from fallen soldiers
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| Gunned down, but the lines are bolstered
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| One more corpse among the casualties
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| My resting place has been prearranged for me
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| Glory! |
| Quick and painless…
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| Over the top. |
| Trench Tactics |