My cig is out
My comrade was wounded
His mind is clouded
He is sure to die!
For the sake of something
We're dying in the trenches
We been tight clenched
We dying here like flies
Trench mud!
Political dirt!...
Innocent blood!
All the time spurts!...
I ask myself a question
How did I get here!
Believed in the deception
Which was suggested to me!
Run out of bullets
Blood covering my eyes
The enemy is ruthless
There's no chance to rise!
Trench mud!
Political dirt!
Innocent blood!
All the time spurts!...