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The air is still, the smoke has lifted,

The young men wait in trenches so cold,

They know the hour of truth is coming

Waiting for the dreaded whistle to blow

Into the fields of death and destruction

To their bitter end they are sent

Lost in trenches of pain and madness

Never to see their homes again

Bayonet fixed, a prayer is said

Please let me survive this day

Over the top, into the fire

Barren fields become graves

Mother how I long for your embrace

In sorrow I wipe the tears from your face

Mother forgive me for my sins

We had no choice, we had to join in

Within minutes wives became widows

A will of a nation had died

A generation robbed of its joy and its hope

It’s the day that Mother Europe cried

Why must they kill, what has been gained?

When the bood of a generation spills?

Pockmark the land, destroying its shrines

And a blind hatred in brothers instilled

Think of the brave souls who had no choice

Who knew not, how their life would end

Let it not be forgotten, as time is passed

We should not let this happen again

Sound the trumpet on this fateful morn

For the slaughter they were born

Blinded by the poisonous gas

May they never have to relive the past

Mother how I long for your embrace

In sorrow I wipe the tears from your face

Mother forgive me for my sins

We had no choice, we had to join in

Within minutes wives became widows

A will of a nation, it dies

A generation lies battered and beaten

It’s the day that Mother Europe cried

Within minutes wives became widows

A will of a nation it died

A generation lies battered and beaten

It’s the day that Mother Europe cried

Now there’s no more hatred, no more fear in their eyes

In death their spirits reunite

Let not another drop of blood be shed

Never shall we waste such precious life