The Darkest Storm

Fields of flowers, we run through
Are burned, and lost with you
Littered with the, uniforms
Dead soldiers, guns, photographs
We run my friend, that’s all we do
Towards the trench, to climb into
The rain of bullets, rains down outside
The wind carries the dreadful cries
 
We need to fight today
Leave behind our families
Keep on running, don’t turn back
Your boy is proud of his dad
Keep on running, your nearly there
Machine gun bullets in the air
This is the darkest storm
This is what your born for

Piles of bodies, in your way
Laying silent, nothing to say
All with stories, still untold
Bombs go off, thunder rumbled
Running faster, through red rain
Rats nibble, your feet again
Lightning strikes you in the chest
You fall down, like all the rest

We need to fight today
Leave behind our families
Keep on running, don’t turn back
Your boy is proud of his dad
Keep on running, your nearly there
Machine gun bullets in the air
This is the darkest storm
This is what your born for