| Squirting mud and exploding tanks
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| Corpses strewn over a loamy field
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| Screaming wounded — Streams of blood
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| Guts, eyes, teeth trampled into the dust
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| Dirty holes full of greedy rats
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| Trenches filled with water and ammunition
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| Woodcrosses with illegible names
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| Bare-dead trees, waiting ravens
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| Ripped — Torn
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| Mutilated bodies
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| Mud — Shit
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| Cover the battlefield
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| Steel helmets
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| In the barbed wire
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| Fog — Rain
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| Endless nightmare
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| Minutes like hours — Awaiting the end
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| Deadly silence — Silence before storm
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| Covered soldiers — Bearing the mark of death
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| Like a tornado the fight breaks loose
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| Hundreds of warriorrs in a big assault
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| Man against man, mercyless slaughter
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| Who survives wishes he was dead
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| Bloody bajonetts on broken rifles
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| Enerved doctors operating without a rest
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| Innocent women and children dying for nothing
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| Years are gone since the last battle
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| Veterans — Old, sitting in wheelchairs
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| Eyes that say so many words
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| But the lips are closed
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| Still the landscape is marked by the war
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| Old cannons — Big holes in the ground
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| Burned-out bunkers rotting trees
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| A flower growing through a rusty helmet
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| Millions of crosses
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| Over the whole world
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| Countless witnesses
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| To a senseless war
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| Silent crying
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| To the government
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| Just a word:
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| «WHY?» |