Trench Tactics

Waves of our finest soldiers, their bayonets are raised

Crawling through the bloodstained furrows, inhuman death maze

Into a maelstrom of fire leading to a near-certain death

Endure a prolonged bombardment, the casualties immense

Glory! Quick and painless...

Over the top.. Trench Tactics

Down in the trench, I lay there shaking

Wounded, psychologically breaking

Well aware, my next breath could be my last

I ponder all the deeds from my past

Needless slaughter in appalling conditions

Worn down by a battle of attrition

Stinking corpses embrace my body

My resting Place has been prearranged for me

Deep in the ditch, my body aching

Left for dead, my life forsaken

Realize that I never had a chance

I hope and pray my platoon can advance

Distant screams from fallen soldiers

Gunned down, but the lines are bolstered

One more corpse among the casualties

My resting place has been prearranged for me

Glory! Quick and painless...

Over the top.. Trench Tactics