Deep in a trench lay the boys in the grey
Their noses can’t smell, their guns are close
As they fight for old Wilhelm
Their helmets of steel and their great coats, caked in mud
A lone crow caws above the field as the mortars ring out

Far to the east, soldiers fight a beast
The one head of a two headed Eagle and the Bear
An Ancient empire, crumbling and sick, face a new one young but inexperienced
In the end, at bakhmach the eagle bested the bear
But to the west a lion and a hog faced the second eagle head

The Kaisers Fury was unholy, and soon he would bring down the british folly
And with but a swing of his hand he brought about the kaiserschlacht
A million men marched from the bears fields into the roosters meadow
And what stood in their way was two nations crippled and alone, and another sailing across the sea