This morning has been born – without light – dim – forlorn
A severe vault of clouds rushed across the open downs
Black gaunt and eerie tree – skeletons danced dreadfully
Tight in the claws of frost – winter showed it's ghostly host
Artillery combat – flashing cannon fire – deafening sound
Approaching slowly – but unstoppable leaves burned ground
Nervously waiting in wretched ditches laid in ruins
The last instructional orders reached us a few hours ago
Now separated from allied troops a**ured to come
But there's no more chance to flee from the superior enemy
Hell racing high speed bullet machine gun monotomy
Relinquishing position means to choose suzerainty
Just like an enormous thunderstorm war rules the entire k**ing zone
Below the scourge of madness and decay that burdensome commands the way
A sudden detonation to my left – fire screams – a ray of heat
Glowing splinters hailing down – cutting through irresistible flesh
A sweetly scented reek turns the air into a sick
Paralyzed breathing we undertook the last offence
Open fire – breaking through the hostile lines
Ravaging internecine a**ault
Crawling through the mud – terrified of the inevitable end
Our fate uncertain like that of a cutter in a storm
The nameless victims – whose faces are unknown to thee
Buried deep in the noman's land's ma** graves
Open fire – breaking through the hostile lines
Ravaging internecine a**ault
Below the scourge of madness and decay we horribly pa**ed away