Field of Verdun

As the drum roll started on that day, heard a hundred miles away A million shells were fired and the green fields turned to grey The bombardment lasted all day long, yet the forts were standing strong Heavily defended, now the trap has been sprung and the battle has begun Descend into darkness 303 days below the sun Fields of Verdun And the battle has begun Nowhere to run Father and son Fall one by one Under the gun Thy will be done And the judgement has begun Nowhere to run Father and son Fall one by one Fields of Verdun Though a million shells have scarred the land, no one has the upper hand From the ground above to trenches, where the soldiers make their stand As the trenches slowly turn to mud, and then quickly start to flood Death awaits in every corner, as they die in the mud, fill the trenches with blood Fields of execution turned to wasteland from the grass Thou shalt go no further it was said they shall not pass The spirit of resistance and the madness of the war So... Go ahead! Face the led! Join the dead! Though you die! Where you lie! Never asking why!