Winter has come to us
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Slowly it eats into our limbs
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I'm standing dazed in the trench
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Shells are hailing down on me
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No Christmas tree and no family
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Only men crouch in the dugout
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As gifts, grenades that fly
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Between the blasts you can hear
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The ground of the trenches frozen
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Every shell turns to shrapnel
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Frozen earth crashes around our ears
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Cold fire that lights the night
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Rats race down the parapet
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They gnaw on the stone-stiff dead
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Every crater a mass grave
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More corpses above than below the ground
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Death and sorrow at Christmastime
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Death and sorrow at Christmastime
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Impact here, hit there, they fire
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Dead freezing, no coffin, no absolution
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Christmastime in MG bursts
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Deep voices in the trench
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Winter has come to us
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Slowly it eats into our limbs
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I'm standing dazed in the trench
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Shells are hailing down on me
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No Christmas tree and no family
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Only men crouch in the dugout
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As gifts, grenades that fly
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Between the blasts you can hear