| Sent to kill, to watch no man's land
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| Snipers are moving unseen
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| Fight for land, to lose it again
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| Shrapnel is filling the air
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| Hell on earth, the trenches mean death, better keep your head down low
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| Charge their lines, the ultimate test it's a synchronized sacrifice
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| Get the wounded after dark
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| Left alone in no man's land
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| Maddening chaos at the front
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| Dream of heaven
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| Angels are calling your name
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| Shells and guns, a rifle and scope
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| Bullets are wearing your name
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| Losing track of time and of space
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| Midnight at sanity's edge
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| Losing friends to artillery shells, at the break of dawn
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| Break their will, as yours has been broken, they're here alone, dream of home
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| Charge at dawn to gain a yard
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| Scout at night to guard their lines
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| Leave your life in fortunes hand
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| When the bullet hits it's mark
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| Know your time in hell has been served
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| You won't return to home |