LYRICS GAME

Fill in the lyric gaps as you listen to the song
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