Beneath the frost, they stand in line,
Waiting for the call to die,
The winter's cold, a bitter breath,
Whispers tales of frozen death.
The wind it howls, the snow it drifts,
No Christmas peace, no truce, no gifts,
Only the stillness of the grave,
Where war is all that's left to save.
Snow falls on the trenches wide,
Where all the hope and faith have died,
No carols sung, no peace to find,
Just death that marches close behind.
No Christmas cheer, no songs, no peace,
Just silent prayers for war to cease,
The rifles wait, the boots sink deep,
Into the ground where comrades sleep.
The wind it howls, the snow it drifts,
No Christmas peace, no truce, no gifts,
Only the stillness of the grave,
Where war is all that's left to save.
Snow falls on the trenches wide,
Where all the hope and faith have died,
No carols sung, no peace to find,
Just death that marches close behind.
Snowflakes settle on their guns,
Silent now, but daybreak comes,
They know too well this fragile calm,
Will break with dawn, the blood, the bombs.
The wind it howls, the snow it drifts,
No Christmas peace, no truce, no gifts,
Only the stillness of the grave,
Where war is all that's left to save.
Snow falls on the trenches wide,
Where all the hope and faith have died,
No carols sung, no peace to find,
Just death that marches close behind.
The sky is grey, the earth is numb,
No bells will ring, no peace will come,
They shiver as the cold winds blow,
Both friend and foe beneath the snow.
The wind it howls, the snow it drifts,
No Christmas peace, no truce, no gifts,
Only the stillness of the grave,
Where war is all that's left to save.
Snow falls on the trenches wide,
Where all the hope and faith have died,
No carols sung, no peace to find,
Just death that marches close behind.
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Beneath the frost, they stand in line,
Waiting for the call to die,
The winter's cold, a bitter breath,
Whispers tales of frozen death.
The wind it howls, the snow it drifts,
No Christmas peace, no truce, no gifts,
Only the stillness of the grave,
Where war is all that's left to save.
Snow falls on the trenches wide,
Where all the hope and faith have died,
No carols sung, no peace to find,
Just death that marches close behind.
No Christmas cheer, no songs, no peace,
Just silent prayers for war to cease,
The rifles wait, the boots sink deep,
Into the ground where comrades sleep.
The wind it howls, the snow it drifts,
No Christmas peace, no truce, no gifts,
Only the stillness of the grave,
Where war is all that's left to save.
Snow falls on the trenches wide,
Where all the hope and faith have died,
No carols sung, no peace to find,
Just death that marches close behind.
Snowflakes settle on their guns,
Silent now, but daybreak comes,
They know too well this fragile calm,
Will break with dawn, the blood, the bombs.
The wind it howls, the snow it drifts,
No Christmas peace, no truce, no gifts,
Only the stillness of the grave,
Where war is all that's left to save.
Snow falls on the trenches wide,
Where all the hope and faith have died,
No carols sung, no peace to find,
Just death that marches close behind.
The sky is grey, the earth is numb,
No bells will ring, no peace will come,
They shiver as the cold winds blow,
Both friend and foe beneath the snow.
The wind it howls, the snow it drifts,
No Christmas peace, no truce, no gifts,
Only the stillness of the grave,
Where war is all that's left to save.
Snow falls on the trenches wide,
Where all the hope and faith have died,
No carols sung, no peace to find,
Just death that marches close behind.
Waiting for the call to die,
The winter's cold, a bitter breath,
Whispers tales of frozen death.
The wind it howls, the snow it drifts,
No Christmas peace, no truce, no gifts,
Only the stillness of the grave,
Where war is all that's left to save.
Snow falls on the trenches wide,
Where all the hope and faith have died,
No carols sung, no peace to find,
Just death that marches close behind.
No Christmas cheer, no songs, no peace,
Just silent prayers for war to cease,
The rifles wait, the boots sink deep,
Into the ground where comrades sleep.
The wind it howls, the snow it drifts,
No Christmas peace, no truce, no gifts,
Only the stillness of the grave,
Where war is all that's left to save.
Snow falls on the trenches wide,
Where all the hope and faith have died,
No carols sung, no peace to find,
Just death that marches close behind.
Snowflakes settle on their guns,
Silent now, but daybreak comes,
They know too well this fragile calm,
Will break with dawn, the blood, the bombs.
The wind it howls, the snow it drifts,
No Christmas peace, no truce, no gifts,
Only the stillness of the grave,
Where war is all that's left to save.
Snow falls on the trenches wide,
Where all the hope and faith have died,
No carols sung, no peace to find,
Just death that marches close behind.
The sky is grey, the earth is numb,
No bells will ring, no peace will come,
They shiver as the cold winds blow,
Both friend and foe beneath the snow.
The wind it howls, the snow it drifts,
No Christmas peace, no truce, no gifts,
Only the stillness of the grave,
Where war is all that's left to save.
Snow falls on the trenches wide,
Where all the hope and faith have died,
No carols sung, no peace to find,
Just death that marches close behind.
Writer: Hayden Taylor
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid