Just one blast attack
will destroy their trenches lines
Our last victory,
the end is so near
Unsheathe the bayonets,
prepare for a rapid charge
Orders from higher ranks,
they have made it clear
Breath the smell of the flesh and wounds
Whistling bullets around
Breath the smell of the reckless death
Gas above my own head
We are crumbling
We are falling
We are crawling
We are drowning in our blood
Is this what I've got?
Just a grave and a useless cross
Just the cries of pain,
just an open vein
A german speaks from the floor,
we can't understand a word
But his eyes reflects this day,
July first, mud, rage and blood.
Young minds flooded with rotten lies
By patriotic death speech
Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori
We are crumbling
We are falling
We are crawling
We are drowning
We are crumbling
We are falling
We are crawling
We are drowning in our blood
We are crumbling
We are falling
We are crawling
We are drowning
We are crumbling
We are falling
We are crawling
We are drowning in our blood
We are drowning in our blood
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