1945

Your careless leader sent you 

And a thousand others out to die

You've been shipped out barely trained.
You smell death in the air, your end is nigh.

What's the use in fighting 

When your ignorant god has left you.

Shells raining down like hellfire, 

Only corpses in your field of view.

Men fighting tooth and nail.

This is something so primal.

Noticing the corpse littered floor.

There's low chance of survival.

I can feel my heartbeat in my flesh.

Thumping with the power of fifty drums.

With a loaded Enfield in my hands.

These b******s won't live to father sons.

A brother in arms frozen in primal fear

Perforated with bullets, killed like an animal.

We were told this was the final push.

Now that we'd pushed the riech back to the capital.

Running through bulletstorms and minefields,

Meandering through thick mud and slurry.

The battle of Berlin, war coming to a close.

Pushing the jerrys back. Time becoming blurry.

Men fighting tooth and nail.

This is something so primal.

Noticing the corpse littered floor.

There's low chance of survival.

I can feel my heartbeat in my flesh.

Thumping with the power of fifty drums.

With a loaded Enfield in my hands.

These b******s won't live to father sons.