Soldiers march with all weapons blazing,
In the trenches whilst winter sun’s hazing,
Bayonets, rats, and all types of guns,
Gas Attack! Everyone Run!
All my friends we marched into battle
Turned my back: Slaughtered like cattle
The old, the young shot down like flies,
Various troops from girls to guys.

Bombs and bullets peppered the ground,
Whilst we hid not making a sound,
Dying troops, were shot as they cried,
And soon I knew it was goodbye.
But still lies this travesty today,
People are fighting day after day,
Soldiers battling with excruciating pain,
For families, friends we all die in vain.