For country and glory,
It's the same old story.
Fighting for a just cause.

Into the trench,
Shooting British and French.
Artillery serves as applause.

Death is so routine,
Like nothing ever seen.
Such efficiency scars the soul.

Morale starts to fade,
Soon no progress is made.
Our forces cannot take control.

The battle drags on,
Maybe I'm just a pawn.
New thoughts fill my brain.

For country and glory?
It's the same old story.
I choose not to die in vain!