Dead Ready
We lost the game
Gentlemen please this fight is lost
We can now let our rage disappear
That's all he ever effin says!
Hour after hour, day after day, Year after damn year!
So why we still standing here, weapons ready to go?
Adrenaline beating down our fear
There's nothing else to know?
We're dead already, we're trapped in here - this is our now but back then, this was our last.
The bomb came too fast and fierce, we - none of us had a chance!
We died together right here when we were ready to advance
The fight is over, yes that's clear. The sounds we hear, no bullets no bombs no tears, no bodies no sight no fight no fear........,
Caught between life and death somewhere in northern France
dead ready - the battle dance.
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