Fatherland

Swarms of grey

Ready to kill and flay

Faces hidden by gas mask

Bayonets fixed for their task

Out across no man's land

Weapons in hand

The whistles blow

Then Bavaria's sons show

They fall hard and fast

Yet the assault lasts

Smoking guns and piling of shells

1916 year of Hell

Into the forward trench they leap

Like soldiers of yore storming a keep

Brutal combat man to man

Clubs and blades on the van

Clubs cause helms to be bashed

Khaki and grey stained by a throat slashed

The dead pile in this pit

Yet the forces don't quit

They fight for this trench's soul

Bringing this war a little under their control

Reinforcements from both sides

To death they ride

Death watches from his pale steed

As the armies fight and bleed

Fighting amongst old bones

More skulls to adorn war's throne

Yellow clouds descend from the sky

Those without protection choke and die

Eventually it's time to retreat

The king's men are for once beat

The wounded executed by bullets to the head

So many legions of the dead

What was victory's price?

Sure it's nice

With the enemy's rear in sight

But again you assault at night