In the trenches, all heard are screams
In the air, all seen are bullets
In the sky, all feared are shells
In the trenches, all is lost
In the trenches, corpses lie in mud
In their chests, bayonets broken off
In the troposphere, clouds become grey
In the trenches, the flood begins
In the trenches, disease begins to spread
In their lungs, they cough and hack
In their head, their temperature rises
In the trenches, none are safe
In the trenches, gas suffocates
In the masks, only the lucky survive
In the war, the victory has no meaning
In the end, it will all start over
