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In a foreign he lay
Lonely soldier, grave
On his dying words he
Tell the world of

all that he's been through
Last communion of his
Rust your bullets with his
Let me tell you his years

Laying low in a blood filled
Kill Tim my very own death
On my I can feel the falling rain
Never see my again

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

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

Many soldiers eighteen
Drown in mud, no more
Surely a war can win
Killing about to begin

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

The bodies of ours and our
The sea of it overflows
In no man's land, God knows
Into of death we go

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

See my on the wind
the lines, beyond the hill
Friend and foe meet again
Those who died at