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

Relive all that he's been
Last of his soul
Rust bullets with his tears
Let me tell you 'bout his

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

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

Whistles, shouts and gun fire
Lifeless bodies hang on barbed
Battlefield nothing but a tomb
Be reunited with my dead friends

Many eighteen years
in mud, no more tears
Surely a war can win
time about to begin

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

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

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

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

Cruelty has a human
man does play his part
Terror of the men we
The human is hungry still

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

Blood is like the rain
Its crimson cloak unveils
The sound of guns can't their shame
And so we die on

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

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

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

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