Bird song breaks
the silent night
Over the top
when it turns light
Clay-kickers
under our feet
Over the top
the Devil to meet
Seven thirty
the whistle blows
Over the top
the order goes
Grab the ladder
take a breath
Over the top
into the jaws of death…
Forward lads, screams of pain
shrapnel blast, soaked in red rain
Rifle shots, machine gun fire
here we are, caught on the wire
Taking cover, stuck in the mud
lying here, in piss and blood
Mustard gas, men choking guts
more shells fall, we’re outta luck
Did an angel float above us?
Couldn’t see through shot and shell
As the world tears up around us
Why would an angel visit hell?
Death and screams, all around
end of dreams, more men go down
Devils chariot, a metal beast
technology for, the battle feast
Green fields, they lie beyond
a promise now, that’s all gone
From High Wood, to the Danger Tree
this is the world, that’s left for me…
the silent night
Over the top
when it turns light
Clay-kickers
under our feet
Over the top
the Devil to meet
Seven thirty
the whistle blows
Over the top
the order goes
Grab the ladder
take a breath
Over the top
into the jaws of death…
Forward lads, screams of pain
shrapnel blast, soaked in red rain
Rifle shots, machine gun fire
here we are, caught on the wire
Taking cover, stuck in the mud
lying here, in piss and blood
Mustard gas, men choking guts
more shells fall, we’re outta luck
Did an angel float above us?
Couldn’t see through shot and shell
As the world tears up around us
Why would an angel visit hell?
Death and screams, all around
end of dreams, more men go down
Devils chariot, a metal beast
technology for, the battle feast
Green fields, they lie beyond
a promise now, that’s all gone
From High Wood, to the Danger Tree
this is the world, that’s left for me…
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