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Just one blast attack will destroy their trenches lines

Our last victory, the end is so near

Unsheathe the bayonets, prepare for a rapid charge

Orders from higher ranks, they have made it clear

Breath the smell of the flesh and wounds

Whistling bullets around

Breath the smell of the reckless death

Gas above my own head

We are crumbling

We are falling

We are crawling

We are drowning in our blood

Is this what I’ve got? Just a grave and an useless cross

Just the cries of pain, just an open vein

A german speaks from the floor, we can’t understand a word

But his eyes reflects this day, July first, mud, rage and blood.

Young minds flooded with rotten lies

By patriotic death speech

Dulce et decorum est

Pro patria mori

We are crumbling

We are falling

We are crawling

We are drowning in our blood