Leaden sky

Weeping on our helmets

Scattered like fallen leaves

Dead bodies all around

The deadly stench of bloodshed

The mud we are all caught in

Wondering why we are here

Why do we have to die for

Bullets

Spinning shrapnel

Bomb explosions

Fill our days

As we're trapped in

This inferno

Full of landmines

There's no escape from...

Death has come

In this overture to apocalypse

Death has come

There is no god above us

Death has come

In this gruesome battlefield

Death has come

To take away the cannon fodder now

Call to arms

For our mother country

Yet our country is deaf

When soldiers' mothers cry

What is the point of killing

Those who did nothing to us?

What is the point of fighting

For the plans of someone else?

Leaders

Wanted this war

Spread the hatred

Through the land

They have filled our

Guns with ideals

That are so false

Ignoring that

Death has come

In this overture to apocalypse

Death has come

There is no god above us

Death has come

In this senseless, bloody war

Death has come

We are all cannon fodder

Chlorine gas

Phosgene saturation

Fogs of sulfur mustard

Harvested the frontline

Here in the woods of Ypres

One thing I have realised

Dying for a nation's flag

Is just dying for a rag

Trenches

Barbed wire

They have become

Our last home

We're all martyrs

On the altar

Of the blinded

All we know is

Death has come

In this overture to apocalypse

Death has come

There is no god above us

Death has come

Our names won't be remembered

Death has come

To take away the cannon fodder