Over the Top 1914 Eastern Front

Our dead will mock the searing heat

my wounds will blister black,

You tell us that our strength was sold

to help win your country back,

What evil times has carnage chosen

for judgment on this land,

With scorn and tears we greet him here

ready to make our stand,

Fix bayonets went the battle cry

As whistles pitched the sky,

Thoughts of love were left behind,

As we prepare to die

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