Beginning of war a horrific time the ground attacks begin,
Thousands of soldiers across the field all start to wear thin,
As the shooting commences all that fall are men.

The knell will toll again

The middle of war torturing bombs shall fall,
Trudging on the muddy field soldiers fail to stand tall,
Families at home with tidings of death begin to roar.

The knell will toll once more

End of war full of triumph and pride,
Although millions had died,
Thankfully there is no more gore.

The knell will toll no more