...and this trench is my grave, framed by a shell burst
An empty pit, save for the lost soul of a ghost cursed
And I can sense its sodden soil upon my rotting skin
Not even a rat is wandering; into 'the darkness' within
A whistle blew and I went over the top, as planned
And now I'm somewhere in the dark in no man's land
Slogging through the mud and ankle deep in the shit
Lost in a noxious gossamer fog (I'm in the thick of it)
I'm grasped by cutting barbs, that dig in, then shred
I try to escape, but I realise I'm going nowhere instead
And it's so cold and I'm bitter and chilled to the bone
But I'm trapped, like a rat, in a fetid bog that was loam
Now there's a flare in the air and it's burning bright
Illuminating this nowhere place from black to white
So I look around, for I need to see what I can see
But there is no one else here, there is only me...
...on my knees between the lines in a muddy mire
Being torn asunder by the rusty barbs of coiled wire
And I'm praying I'm not prey caught in the crosshairs
But I've lost my faith and I don't believe God cares
There's a report of a shot and a sickening... THUD!
And I know it's the end for there's blood in the mud
My sight is waning and I'm paralysed in novocaine skin
And now the angel is fading; into 'the darkness' within...
