Iniquity - Poets Of The Trench Lyrics
As my face reflectsBehind enemy linesYet separated byBarbwire and minesKnee deep in freezing mudBest "pals" breath I tried to regainThe worst factor is, not knowingOf the time that remainsContamination dashes in a bloody trenchPoetry written amongst shrapnel and friendsSanity buckles under the weightOf steel and spraying leadHowitzers toll an ominous death knellEar-splitting elegy above those who fellCorruption seeks a lonesome traceGangrenous limbs or a blown off faceAmputation in the killing fieldInfection overcomes, affection concealedPuppets of war race over the edgeCommence death dance at close quartersHope of truce torn and bloodstainedA thousand lives lost and only twenty yards gainedAs battle tires outAnd bombing starts to dieDead soldiers all aroundWith fear injected into their eyes400.000 Britain's dead600.000 Germans put to restFallen in the battle of SommeOne million youngsters dead and gone