The
Lyrics by Cook, Music by Paris
© 2009 by Sulteric
From a small town I have come
to defend my home from the German
Hun
Rats abound and lice in my hair
the smell of death fills the air
Mankind nor God has ever seen
a war like this, it's Satan's dream
In the trenches we await the bell
to pull us over and into hell
A shadow dark and deep
falls long upon our path
It shows us the future,
and fills us with wrath
All our hopes and dreams,
they're simply blown away
The promise of a future,
it lay there in decay
Fear, it envelops us,
and we say a little prayer
Despite our surroundings
of sadness and despair
Some day will never come
It's blackened by the gun
All hopes have been dashed
Like so much useless trash
This war has burned our souls
It's left us in a hole
Generation left to die
and our families ask why
A yellow fog creeps across the land
Many fall to the reaper's hand
Machine guns bring a hail of lead
The mortars fill us all with dread
Like a flash I hear the bell cry
Up and over and we're off to die
and as we cross that field of death,
Many catch their final breath
Above me an angel plays her lyre
And we make it to their wire
Over and in the enemies trench
Soon in their blood we're drenched
The sun will never come
It's blackened by the gun
All hope has been dashed
like so much useless trash
This war has burned our souls
It's left us in a hole
Generation left to die
and our families ask why