It comes to stalemate on the western front Bogged down into trenches Falling citadel 1916, the year all hope declined Millions into war Terrible casualties By command of the German chief of staff Erich Von Falkenhayn A battle of attritions is the road to victory
Winter chill of February breathes A million shells, three army corpses draw near Artillery bombardment fires spree
Flamethrower simmer corpses into mud French soldiers falling back by the attack Failure and communications down
Come into the war, three days of retreat Impending defeat, two more days are gone Old or new relief, into combat flee
Commander general P`tain Orders infantry to hold defence Tenacious, bayonet between the teeth
Battle sector of village Douamont Heavy snowfall helps the allied cause Four regiments are virtually destroyed
Come into the war, one month of retreat We reject defeat, nine more months await Thousands it will take, hill of "le mort homme"
The french must hold the flanks Unable to progress Three months for a stroke of land General Nivelle Village small we fight to death Rats we eat and shit we smell Bying comrads fellow man Wade through the thick of guts and maim
Take the battery Of Thiaumont and the village of Fleury Capture fort Souville German advances is stopped right here Seal french factory This lands is an ossuary Bones and skulls to tread Piles of human scruff to burn
Come autumn, sound the fall For Douamont back in our hands Hunt the Prussian army to the death Swift infantry strikes and heavy bombs Execution style, soldiers go Into the wringer of Verdun A million march to the abattoir Into the grinder of Verdun