The bitter end is near
A plague of sickness
Stench of decomposition
Annihilation everywhere
Show no remorse
History remembers the brave
Take no prisoners
No one shall be saved
Let the shelling commence
Anxiously await
As the whistle blows
Time to meet your fate
Show no remorse
History remembers the brave
Take no prisoners
No one shall be saved
In the dying hour
On the blood-stained ground
On the battlefield
Death the only sound
Onward to glory
Run through no man's land
Onward to glory
Rifle in hand