Hours of boredom alternating
With short periods of combat
Sleep with fat rats and vermin
Live an animal and lethargic life

The front, a formless landscape,
Shot with smoking craters
In the air, atrocious stench of corpses
Perpetual battle against the elements

Flows of mud carry away the fillings,
Changing the trench into an icy sewer
(2x)

Suddenly bombardment breaks up
Lacerating shrapnels specially dreaded
The shell-fire sometimes so violent
After this inferno, gather the dead

Runners carry the reports to the HQ
?Line cleaners? crawl in no-man?s land
Slide into the enemy-lines through the night,
Cut off a throat with the dagger

Sappers shear the barbed-wire entanglements,
Dig out tunnels under the enemy-lines
Finally the hour of decisive attack
Infantrymen rush out of the trenches

Trying to penetrate the enemy-device
Abrupt bursts of gun-fire starting
Thousands of soldiers in the battle,
Only a handful reaching the target

Stab, shoot, hack and kill (3x)

Throw hand-grenades, jump in the trenches
Now starts the massacre, brief and terrible
(2x)

Stab, shoot, hack and kill (2x)

Throw hand-grenades, jump in the trenches
Now starts the massacre, brief and terrible
(2x)

In a few seconds, it?s all over.