Spirits Of The Somme

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Let the spirits tell the story of the Somme
Where men were cast into the fire all along
Let the spirits tell the story of the Somme
Where the very air you breathe is suffering years gone
A name synonymous with with your nightmares
If you manage to survive you see the corpses out there
For the rest of your days and many sleepless nights
Let the spirits tell the story of the Somme with fright
Bodies and bodies are thrown into the fray
At the German lines dug in and they will stay
To rain bullets down on the waves of men running
Across no man's land the barrage said they're coming
Barbed wire post all across the landscape
The land is pockmarked by the shells sent to scathe
Many standard rounds and some rounds more sinister
With the gasses that fuse with the dust and air in turn
The dead start to sink into the mud
Becoming part of the earth
The dead many are lost just because
The constant shells will disturb
All the land in between both lines
Resembles something otherworldly
And all you can think if this is still earth
Then there's no hope for you surely
No hope
Let the spirits tell the tale
No hope
Let the spirits tell the tale
Let the spirits tell the story of the Somme
An offensive that's essential to the war that's far gone
Let the spirits tell the story of the Somme
Where many british pals met their end before long
This is for your country sign up for certain glory
This is what your told another part to the story
Signing up men enthusiastic at their best
But inexperienced at their worst will cause stress
The French are fighting valiantly at Verdun
German lines need to be distracted forced to turn
And that is where the British come in they'll attack
The believed vulnerable Somme position at that
But commanders they know the Germans long held this point
Their trenches and defenses well established so they won't
Be easy to take not without waves of men
They have to sacrifice to the dirt so they can win
The dead get pummeled and trampled by boots
By their friends and foes
The dead many are lost just because
The command really deemed it so
But this is war deep in the dark recesses
Is a battlefield desolate and cold
It somewhat resembles the earth but I don't know
How the soldiers will see it when they go
The living are fighting for inches of ground
That they'll have to pry from their enemy
The living have to live with images
That no man before has seen simply
Its horror its horror and as the days pass
The bodies will only pile up
This isn't earth this can only be hell
And its presence is announced by wailing shells
Wailing shells
Let the spirits tell the tale
Wailing shells
Let the spirits tell the tale
Spirits of The Somme
Spirits of The Somme
Spirits of The Somme
Spirits of The Somme
This battle the result is indecisive
A war never ending it would seem
Both sides fail at decisive victory
And both sides suffer endlessly
Millions of men are lost at the Somme
A name forever ringing somber
In war waged to end all wars
The spirits linger here even longer
Spirits of the Somme
Spirits of The Somme
Spirits of The Somme
Spirits of The Somme
Now from graves unknown
They appear still fighting valiantly
They appear to us with friends and foes
And they'll do so for an eternity
The grass may grow on this hills once again
But we must never forget
The spirits that are left at the somme
Still fighting from dawn to dusk
We will miss

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