Waves of our finest soldiers, their bayonets are raised Crawling through the bloodstained furrows, inhuman death maze Into a maelstrom of fire leading to a near-certain death Endure a prolonged bombardment, the casualties immense Glory! Quick and painless... Over the top. Trench Tactics Down in the trench, I lay there shaking Wounded, psychologically breaking Well aware, my next breath could be my last I ponder all the deeds from my past Needless slaughter in appalling conditions Worn down by a battle of attrition Stinking corpses embrace my body My resting Place has been prearranged for me Deep in the ditch, my body aching Left for dead, my life forsaken Realize that I never had a chance I hope and pray my platoon can advance Distant screams from fallen soldiers Gunned down, but the lines are bolstered One more corpse among the casualties My resting place has been prearranged for me Glory! Quick and painless... Over the top. Trench Tactics