Death in the fields
My heart raced at the speed of light I had a great fright, Gunfire!
My legs slashed by barbwire I’m drowning in the gas white eyes marching asleep.
I had a peep they were there lying there dying.
My heart raced at the speed of light I had a great fright, Gunfire!
My legs slashed by barbwire I’m drowning in the gas white eyes marching asleep.
I had a peep they were there lying there dying.