Nto these woods we march
Take them out one by one
The stench of Sulphur so powerful
Rivers run red with blood
We will accept defeat no more
Give them no ground, our target in sight
Foxholes give no safety
Our only option to push forward
This town must be taken by force
Tracers fly past in the darkness
Men dropping like flies
The piles of dead bodies stacked high
Thousands fallen from both sides
Winter snow falls through this night
Chilled to the bone clutch your rifle tight
As daylight breaks
Prepare for what might be your final day
Stockpile your ammo - don't stop to prey
No god can save you now