As I lay disorientated on the ground,
I see wounded men all around.
Legs ripped off, bodies torn apart,
Dying men with bleeding hearts.
Soldiers drowning in their own blood,
Some of them have the strength to pray to their God.
But where is he now in this hour of need?
Men still die, men still bleed.
Some men look at pictures of their families back home,
Now and here they will die alone.
A preacher kneels at the dying men,
He too is doing the best he can.
He is giving the people comfort and trust,
But most of us will die, we must.
I feel this burning in my arm,
Blood is running down, wet and warm.
I hear men screaming, they are near.
Death is closing in, that's what they fear.
I see my friends looking at the sky,
As I get closer, I only see their lifeless eyes.
I scream in misery when I see them dead,
They're on their way to their heavenly bed.
I survived; I belong to the lucky few,
The only thing on my mind is getting back to you.
I see men that are looking for their legs,
Some of them ask for death, some even beg.
I turn around because I hear a shot,
A soldier falls back in to the mud.
He couldn't take any more of the pain,
For him, there was nothing more to gain.
Nobody seems to know what happened to our company,
We only know that a lot of men have seized to be.
I close my eyes; I can't stand to see,
What this war has done to my men and me.
