Finding the way through barbed wire

Only mud and death remain on these desolate plains

Shelled is the groundscape, filled with water and blood

No trees or plants left alive, madness and sorrow to offer

It raises questions, about the usefullesness of Passchendaele

Strategy which was bound to fail on these autumn rains

The third battle of Ypres

Setting positions on these unclear trench networks

Four million shells of artillery have modified the scenes we see

The enemy charges, bodies fill the ground

The ultimate goal has been set to break the Hindenburg line

End the war once and for all

It raises questions, about the usefullesness of Passchendaele

Strategy which was bound to fail on these autumn rains

The third battle of Ypres

Gazing behind as the front row now falls to this endless fire

Hoping a breakthrough will come after all, maybe one day

Battle after another they fought, still no ending in sight

Desperate grasp for honour, death and sorrow, nothing more

It raises questions, about the usefullesness of Passchendaele

Strategy which was bound to fail on these autumn rains

The third battle of Ypres