The sound of whistle
A rattle of gunfire
Dodging the shrapnel
Straight over the barbed wire
Heading towards the enemy, I hold my breath
Say a prayer, as we plunge into our death
Through the smoke, mud and lead
Our foe lies just ahead
Clasping my rifle tight
Their guns ablaze with spite
We get so close, yet still too far
With burst of fire I go down
No one near, I choke a cry
No one hears, my time is nigh
See my comrades falling down
In the shrill their voices drown
The wailing shells - our passing bells
Soon my friends we'll meet again
And so we die at Passchendaele
Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 1:54 PM UTC
The sound of whistle
A rattle of gunfire
Dodging the shrapnel
Straight over the barbed wire
Heading towards the enemy, I hold my breath
Say a prayer, as we plunge into our death
Through the smoke, mud and lead
Our foe lies just ahead
Clasping my rifle tight
Their guns ablaze with spite
We get so close, yet still too far
With burst of fire I go down
No one near, I choke a cry
No one hears, my time is nigh
See my comrades falling down
In the shrill their voices drown
The wailing shells - our passing bells
Soon my friends we'll meet again
And so we die at Passchendaele