Hours of boredom alternating   With short periods of combat   Sleep with fat rats and vermin   Live an animal and lethargic life     The front, a formless landscape,   Shot with smoking craters   In the air, atrocious stench of corpses   Perpetual battle against the elements     Flows of mud carry away the fillings,   Changing the trench into an icy sewer   (2x)     Suddenly bombardment breaks up   Lacerating shrapnels specially dreaded   The shell-fire sometimes so violent   After this inferno, gather the dead     Runners carry the reports to the HQ   “Line cleaners” crawl in no-man’s land   Slide into the enemy-lines through the night,   Cut off a throat with the dagger     Sappers shear the barbed-wire entanglements,   Dig out tunnels under the enemy-lines   Finally the hour of decisive attack   Infantrymen rush out of the trenches     Trying to penetrate the enemy-device   Abrupt bursts of gun-fire starting   Thousands of soldiers in the battle,   Only a handful reaching the target     Stab, shoot, hack and kill (3x)     Throw hand-grenades, jump in the trenches   Now starts the massacre, brief and terrible   (2x)     Stab, shoot, hack and kill (2x)     Throw hand-grenades, jump in the trenches   Now starts the massacre, brief and terrible   (2x)     In a few seconds, it’s all over.