Kneel before it, seeking atonement
LOaders lie prostrate, empty their eyes
Coiled guts in the bellies of those who control it
Red star shell unleashes a war that no-one survives

Rally on me men, follow my lead
Ready your blades and spare magazines
Stack your shells, close at hand
Train your sights on no mans land

Hold yourself for the next wave
Hurl them back with steel and flame

Burning churches of barbwire emplacements
Molten rivers of young, fresh replacements
Dripping steel, running blood, slime from its own man
Our cream of youth, feeds the man-made machine of war

Rally on me men, follow my lead
Ready your blades and spare magazines
Stack your shells, close at hand
Train your sights on no mans land