From the south to the front into No-Man's Land,
From a farm to the end of the road.
Son of France, he's the first on the frontline
Coming home,
Coming home,
Let his story be known.

As the drum roll started on that day,
Heard a hundred miles away,
A million shells were fired,
And the green fields turned to grey.
The bombardment lasted all day long,
Yet the forts were standing strong.
Heavily defended,
Now the trap's been sprung and the battle's begun.
Descend into darkness,
303 days below the sun.
Fields of Verdun,
And the battle has begun.
Nowhere to run,
Father and son
Fall one by one
Under the gun.
Thy will be done,
And the judgement has begun.
Nowhere to run,
Father and son
Fall one by one,
Fields of Verdun.
Though a million shells have scarred the land,
No-one has the upper hand.
From the ground above to trenches,
Where the soldiers make their stand.
As the trenches slowly turn to mud
And then quickly start to flood,
Death awaits in every corner,
As they die in the mud, fill the trenches with blood...
(later) Fields of execution
Turned to wasteland from the grass.
Thou shalt go no further,
It was said, "They shall not pass!"
The spirit of resistance
And the madness of the war,
So go ahead,
Face the lead,
Join the dead.
Though you die
Where you lie,
Never asking why...