[Lyrics: Haarlov/Fagerlind]
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As my face reflects
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Behind enemy lines
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Yet separated by
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Barbwire and mines
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Knee deep in freezing mud
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Best "pals" breath I tried to regain
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The worst factor is, not knowing
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Of the time that remains
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Contamination dashes in a bloody trench
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Poetry written amongst shrapnel and friends
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Sanity buckles under the weight
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Of steel and spraying lead
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Howitzers toll an ominous death knell
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Ear-splitting elegy above those who fell
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Corruption seeks a lonesome trace
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Gangrenous limbs or a blown off face
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Amputation in the killing field
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Infection overcomes, affection concealed
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Puppets of war race over the edge
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Commence death dance at close quarters
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Hope of truce torn and bloodstained
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A thousand lives lost and only twenty yards gained
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As battle tires out
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And bombing starts to die
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Dead soldiers all around
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With fear injected into their eyes
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400.000 Britain's dead
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600.000 Germans put to rest
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Fallen in the battle of Somme
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One million youngsters dead and gone
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Poets Of The Trench
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Iniquity |