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In a field he lay
Lonely soldier, unknown
On his words he prays
Tell the world of

Relive all that been through
communion of his soul
Rust your with his tears
Let me tell you his years

Laying low in a filled trench
Kill Tim 'til my very own
On my face I can feel the rain
Never see my friends

In the smoke, in the mud and
the fear and the feeling of dread
Soon be time to go the wall
Rapid and the end of us all

Whistles, and more gun fire
bodies hang on barbed wire
Battlefield but a bloody tomb
Be reunited with my friends soon

Many soldiers years
Drown in mud, no more
a war no-one can win
Killing time to begin

Home, far
the war, a chance to live again
Home, far
But the war, no chance to live

The bodies of and our foes
The sea of death it
In no man's land, God only
Into jaws of we go

as if on a cross
Allied troops they mourn loss
German war propaganda
Such before has been seen

Swear I heard the cry
Pray to god no may die
So that know the truth
Tell the tale of

Cruelty has a human
Every man play his part
of the men we kill
The heart is hungry still

I my ground for the very last time
Gun is as I stand in line
Nervous wait for the whistle to
Rush of and over we go

is falling like the rain
Its crimson unveils again
The of guns can't hide their shame
And so we die on

Dodging shrapnel and wire
Running at the cannon fire
Running blind as I hold my
Say a symphony of death

As we charge the lines
A of fire and we go down
I a cry but no-one hears
Fell the go down my throat

Home, far
From the war, a to live again
Home, far
But the war, no chance to live

See my spirit on the
the lines, beyond the hill
Friend and foe will meet
Those who died at