Lest we forget

Fill us with lies and utter demise
We in the rain, enduring the pain
What we have seen and what we have not
Forgotten and left here to rot

You throw away my men near
You only keep your skin dear
Young men for their cruel death dressed
Why don't you joine me and the rest

Alright lads, fix bayonets! Over the cringe on sarge's whistle

All this hell, for a lie
All these dead, for a mile
All hail the glorious dead
They are dead to whats is said
All hail the glorious dead
For coin and oil they've bled

Now we're all dead and gone
Buried in the fields of somme
Now don't you do the same mistake
You will put the world at stake

It's we or them, we can no longer negotiate

All this hell, for a lie
All these dead, for a mile
All the glorious dead
They are dead to what is said

There is no life in no-man's land
There is no hope for a helping hand
God help you, coward in black
God help you if I alive come back