The cold grey above our heads
Yields rain as we lie in this trench
Cannons fire and shots ring out
Day after day, what's this war about?
Reload my gun and get up for a kill
My name is called but I shoot still
My barrel emptied, my captain shouts
On the whistle we'll all charge out
One by one we form the line
Every man knows that it's his time
Bayonets fixed, just in case
Filthy sweat drips down my face
Hands shake and fingers twitch
The whistle blows, the banshee witch
As we run, few men long stand
Blown down in no man's land