It comes to stalemate on the western front Bogged down into trenches Falling citadel 1916, the year all hope declined Millions into war Terrible casualties By command of the German chief of staff Erich von falkenhayn A battle of attritions is the road to victory Winter chill of february breathes A million shells, three army corpses draw near Artillery bombardment fires spree Flamethrower simmer corpses into mud French soldiers falling back by the attack Failure and communications down Come into the war, three days of retreat Impending defeat, two more days are gone Old or new relief, into combat flee Commander general P'tain Orders infantry to hold defence Tenacious, bayonet between the teeth Battle sector of village douamont Heavy snowfall helps the allied cause Four regiments are virtually destroyed Come into the war, one month of retreat We reject defeat, nie more months await Thousands it will take, hill of le mort homme The French must hold the flanks Unable to progress Three months for a stroke of land General nivelle Village small we fight to d**h Rats we eat and sh** we smell Buying comrades fellow man Wade through the thick of guts and maim Poison ga**es Diphosgene mince heat Humand feed meuse mill Take the battery Of Thiaumont and the village of fleury Capture fort souville German advances is stopped right here Seal French fictory This lands is an ossuary Bones and skulls to tread Piles of human scruff to burn Come autumn, sound the fall For Douamont back in our hands Hunt the Prussian army to the d**h Swift infantry strikes and heavy bombs Execution style, soldiers go Into the wringer of Verdun A million march to the abattoir Into the grinder of Verdun Douamont ossuary