It was in mud and holes they fought
With mire and rats beneath their feet.
In trenches, it was liberty they bought.
It was death they did familiarly greet.
As the fire filled the skies,
And the pain was in their cries,
Such doubt did fill their eyes
Viewing nothing but the blood on the snow.
Among the bodies and thick gasses,
Among rusted wire and splintered trees,
They struggled against the masses
With the rumbling earth beneath their knees.
And as their brothers fell
On the ground of that unearthly hell,
These young boys saw full well
What no man should ever know