This is about a soldiers point-of-view of war ( in the trenches)
Life In The Trenches
On the battle fields of life
I am losing
I've been torn apart and wounded
I ask my self-why?
I now know what I must do
As machine gun bullets rank
My tattered body
I cry the blood red tears of death
I have fallen
With the sound of mortar rounds and falling souls in the distance
The silent screams of men
Turned against each other
Forced to fight a non-existing battle
A battle, which we are losing
Are bodies are running on sweat and tears
As the red sun sets
Blood will be spilt this eve
As I look around
I see tattered bodies and fallen comrades
This bloody battle we are losing
There is nothing left to do
With each wind that blows
It whispers "minatory suicide"
They have sent us to a bloody factory
We are getting slaughtered
Suicide is no longer an option
It has now come down to this
Kill or be killed
The enemy is not resisting
We've run out of everything
Food, water and our sanity
Men are falling all around
Friends, foes, and comrades
Into the organ grinder they go
The trench walls are stained with blood
Mangled bodies scattered everywhere
Grim, sad faces of boys
Turned men
The only water that remains in the puddles is tainted with blood
The beaches, the trenches and the land
All mortified with blood.