Passchendaele, 1917
No man's land
Not great place to be
Upon command thousands of soldiers will march
Straight into crossfire of thousands of guns
While the endless rain keeps pouring down
Perhaps it will raise a question
What is so great about war?
Where dead men lies I'm paralysed
My brothers' eyes are gone
And he shall be buried here
Nameless marks his grave
Mother home, get a telegram
And shed a tear of grief
Mud and blood, in foreign land
Trying to understand
Where is this Greatness I've been told?
This is the lies that we've been sold
Is this a worthy sacrifice?
Great War!
And I cannot take more!
Great tour!
I keep on marching on
I play the great score
There will be no encore
Great War!
The war to end all wars
I'm standing here, I'm full of fear
With bodies at my feet
Over there, in the other trench
Bullets wear my name
Lead ahead, as the captain said
And show them no remorse
Who am I to understand?
What have I become?
I do my duties, pay the price
I'll do the worthy sacrifice
I know my deeds are not in vain
Great War!
And I cannot take more!
Great tour!
I keep on marching on
I play the great score
There will be no encore
Great War!
The war to end all wars
And feet by feet
We pay the price of a mile, here
Though men are falling
We see Heroes rise
We face the heat
As we are fighting until the dawn
So follow me, and we will
Write our own history!
Great War!
And I cannot take more!
Great tour!
I keep on marching on
I play the great score
There will be no encore
Great War!
The war to end all wars