Open Fire -

This morning has been born — without light — dim — forlorn

A severe vault of clouds rushed across the open downs

Black gaunt and eerie tree — skeletons danced dreadfully

Tight in the claws of frost — winter showed it’s ghostly host

Artillery combat — flashing cannon fire — deafening sound

Approaching slowly — but unstoppable leaves burned ground

Nervously waiting in wretched ditches laid in ruins

The last instructional orders reached us a few hours ago

Now separated from allied troops assured to come

But there’s no more chance to flee from the superior enemy

Hell racing high speed bullet machine gun monotomy

Relinquishing position means to choose suzerainty

Just like an enormous thunderstorm war rules the entire killing zone

Below the scourge of madness and decay that burdensome commands the way

A sudden detonation to my left — fire screams — a ray of heat

Glowing splinters hailing down — cutting through irresistible flesh

A sweetly scented reek turns the air into a sick

Paralyzed breathing we undertook the last offence

Open fire — breaking through the hostile lines

Ravaging internecine assault

Crawling through the mud — terrified of the inevitable end

Our fate uncertain like that of a cutter in a storm

The nameless victims — whose faces are unknown to thee

Buried deep in the noman’s land’s mass graves

Open fire — breaking through the hostile lines

Ravaging internecine assault

Below the scourge of madness and decay we horribly passed away