Sitting in the trench
Between bodies and stench
Stuck in the mud
Covered with blood

Once green fields and sunset glow
Now bullet shells and blood flow
Burned bodies and scared terrain
Where an entire generation was slain

Death all around me
The mustard gas has found me
My skin had redden
My legs are a burden

On The ground I fall
Struck with pain I roll

Fighting for Freedom and Democracy...
But what freedom is good for when you're dead?
Democracy? ruled by the tyrants who sent me to death.