They march to death,
For their country they stand,
United and strong,
Through the trenches they go.
They stumble through gas,
Blind, they trudge on,
On and on,
In what seems like an endless nightmare.
They fight in the trenches,
Men fall,
Bullets to the chest,
Blood falls like thick rain,
Oh the horror.
With bombs flying and bullets whizzing,
They still march,
March on an endless road,
The road to victory,
Through wire, gas, and trenches,
They march to their demise.