On the Western Front,
in February
Assault attack,
the order is clear
The thunder of cannons
Barrages ring out thousands of times,
the dance of death begins
Forward rts crawl
through barbed wire
Like in a meat grinder
that crushes everything
When death raises its hammer
And the last hour strikes us
Then there is neither friend nor enemy
For in death we are all united
The fields are fertilized with blood
Villages and forests are shot to pieces
Torn off are arms and legs
Death walks through our ranks
No escape, suffocated in the gas
Buried in the mud, hell beheld
When death raises his hammer
And the last hour closes us ¤gt
Then there is neither friend nor enemy
For in death we are all united
Rats and lice come to the party
Are our guests in the slaughterhouse
Bone mill, pounded to pulp
Thanks to the emperor, chopped up in battle
Death bed in the hospital
A bayonet in the chest
When death raises its hammer
And us the last The hour strikes
Then there is neither friend nor enemy
For in death we are all united

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