Passchenhell - 1914

Morning starts with killing a rat

They crawl around in the trench

Gobbling those of us who didn’t

Drown in mud asleep

Wounded and emaciated

We’re waiting for the whistle to blow

Our captain right here in the front

Lies dead in the shell hole

Ashes to ashes — Dust to dust

Bayonets to rifles

Counterattack

Like a golem of ashes and clay

We arise from a ruined trench

Our life is worth no more than

The bloody mud of Passchendaele

We shall move out of our holes

Like worms of the earth

I lay down in a flooded shell hole

Our counterattack has failed

There was only one last clip

With 5 british .303

Jerrys sing their song in the trench

And slowly comes my night

If you’re stuck at the no man’s land

Soon you will feed the rats