The poppy field is a sea of blood.
The trenches are about to flood.
The commandos like to have a fight,
And the haunted deaths come back to bite.

The soldiers line up to remember deaths,
While their mothers start to regret.
Soldiers lie in wounded pain,
While war is driving boys insane.

Guns firing everywhere,
The war is turning so unfair.
Trenches filling up with bodies,
While people are feeling sorry.