Lingua   

1916

Saul Blease
Lingua: Inglese




Bird song breaks
the silent night
Over the top
when it turns light

Clay-kickers
under our feet
Over the top
the Devil to meet

Seven thirty
the whistle blows
Over the top
the order goes

Grab the ladder
take a breath
Over the top
into the jaws of death…

Forward lads, screams of pain
shrapnel blast, soaked in red rain

Rifle shots, machine gun fire
here we are, caught on the wire

Taking cover, stuck in the mud
lying here, in piss and blood

Mustard gas, men choking guts
more shells fall, we’re outta luck

Did an angel float above us?
Couldn’t see through shot and shell
As the world tears up around us
Why would an angel visit hell?

Death and screams, all around
end of dreams, more men go down

Devils chariot, a metal beast
technology for, the battle feast

Green fields, they lie beyond
a promise now, that’s all gone

From High Wood, to the Danger Tree
this is the world, that’s left for me…



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