The acrid stench of rotten flesh travels fast   Along the muddy earth   The corpses dangle sickly from the razor wire   Us against them, the rain and the rats   Waiting to die, wounded mounting in piles of   Moaning, writhing, wasting life   Nightmares spawned by endless explosions   Young and old recruits scramble over the top   Insanity now we survive, inhumanity the rule of life   No defense and all alone   We fall in groups eventually one by one      Contorted view of survival and loss   A horrid reminder in that smell   We have no relief until a leave   That always seems so far away      Burn Massacrion Run      Contorted view of survival and loss   A horrid reminder in that smell   We have no relief until a leave   That always seems so far away      Us against them, the rain and the rats   Waiting to die, wounded mounting in piles of   Moaning, writhing, wasting life   Nightmares spawned by endless explosions   Young and old recruits scramble over the top      Burn Massacrion Run   Hide Massacrion Die      The nightmare      The king considers not his pawns   He worries instead of his reign   Both sides have their rooks and knights   And the bishops and queen sit back and laugh      We die for nothing   We die for no one   No one will remember   No one will care at all