LEARN LYRICS

I strap my helmet tight

Flip my spade open

My knife on the belt

As I run to the front

We've waited for days

We stand in rank and file

Eyes on the enemy trench

There where the Frenchman lies

We gear up

March out

At a steady pace

The victory will be great

We gear up

March out

At a steady pace

The victory will be great

The order to attack

We crouch by the trench wall

When at last

The whistle blasts

Like in a fever dream

I sprint up the ladder

Run through the mire

Jump from hole to hole

Trip over wire

Push myself through bushes

I stride undeterred

Completely free of fear

It cracks, it whistles

When the iron bursts

The shrapnel hisses

Across the dead land

My lungs burn

From the gas shells

I see only my target

Only the enemy trench

It's time

We've overrun it

When the enemy screams

Choked off by our weapons

Grenades left, grenades right

Smoke cuts visibility

We switch to close combat

Till the eye gives out

Grenades left, grenades right

Smoke cuts visibility

We switch to close combat

Till the eye gives out

I pull the spade out

Now it's eye for eye

At point-blank range

No rifle can be trusted

Snorting, I rush in

The first dugout

In the communication trench

I meet resistance

See the fusilier standing

The rifle in his hand

I read it in his eyes

It's man against man

We smash axe on stock

Fight in deepest rage

I hit him in the thigh

And the blood spurts

Now, after hard fighting

Good I can still breathe

In trench combat