Between the Trenches

Skies and earth, with tones of crimson red,

Millions of men make the dark soil their bed.

Feel the shock of shells tremble in your head

Endless Shrapnel blasts darken the eyes of lead.

Whistle blows, get over the top

No way back, no way to stop

Between the trenches experiencing hell,

Hear the devil in the whistling of shells.

See brother killing brother,

Young men calling their mother

Blades deep in one another

Running blood fills the gutter

Oh the shrapnel blasts your eyes have seen,

Disfigured body coloured so viciously,

Transplanting skin on this plastered paint of scars,

Eyes empty of humanity as is the heart

Whistle blows, get over the top

No way back, no way to stop

Between the trenches experiencing hell,

Hear the devil in the whistling of shells.

See brother killing brother,

Young men calling their mother

Blades deep in one another

Running blood fills the gutter

Visions of life at my hands fading away

Tormented faces staring at me to this day

Whistle blows, get over the top

No way back, no way to stop

Between the trenches experiencing hell,

Hear the devil in the whistling of shells.