Lyrics:
Zero hour, 1917 Mark IVs wailing Through unscarred lands to Bourlon Ridge Mass attack never before seen Where steel beasts charge Over the trenches
stands in our way Germans on alert, our attack anticipated Fighting on, we reach Bourlon Woods Tanks roll through, in support of infantry Our power;
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