War Wolfe X - Swiftly To The Trench

Desperation
All throughout the fronts, hey
The Germans dealing swift blows
Along the way
Battle of Masurian Lakes
Push out the Russians
Now there's 6 weeks
To make moves repercussions
So what's the plan take our guns
To the western front
The Schlieffen plan attacking France
Damage will be done
Swiftly roll across belgium
Five armies strong
Looking to envelope and encircle
Crossing past the Marne
So our spiked helmets in the sun
Can march through Paris
Victory against the French
And the British is apparent
But there will be resistance
In a form that is fierce
But there is no time
To contemplate of this
But General Moltke
Is getting high strung
It seems the blood that's spilled
Weighs heavy like a ton
It is true that the casualties
Are only mounting it's enough
And just across the Marne
The two sides will meet up
Moving swiftly
pushing the lines
The men march forward
With their guns keeping time
The generals make moves
so swift
But this just quickens up the pain
and wounds they'll inflict
Down the line
Moving swiftly
Moving swift
Moving swiftly
Moving swift
Anticipation
All throughout the land, hey
The French call upon new reserves
On this day
Millions and millions
Of troops mobilized
To defend the country
From invaders organized
So the french meet the Germans
Not too far from the city
Utilizing trains and taxis
Maneuver quickly
It's a monumental effort
To protect the sacred city
And stave off defeat
That is looming so intensely
The british expeditionary force
Will make moves
Exploiting a gap between
The Germans breaking through
The Germans lack communication
Along the line
Repeating the mistake of the
Russians feeling fine
But this will be fatal
To the their plan in the end
The German first army
Turns toward paris to begin
This opens up a 30 mile gap
Between their lines
That the French and the British
Will exploit in short time
Moving swiftly
pushing the lines
The men march forward
With their guns keeping time
The generals make moves
So swift
But this just quickens up the pain
And wounds they'll inflict
Down the line
Moving swiftly
Moving swift
Moving swiftly
Retreating
Then digging in
Digging in deep it
Makes the fight more difficult
The soldiers are protected
From the guns or assault
A war of swift moves
Will soon slow to a crawl
On a front stretching to the sea
All the way they stall
Both sides trade their guns
For a shovel and spade
Momentarily and misery
Will rise like a stench
All across the front
When the dirt turns into mud
This place of despair
They call home is a trench
Dig in here
You will die here
By machine gun fire
Or a bomb seared
Shrapnel rains from the sky
Like it's spring here
And the bodies pile up
They will fade here
September 12th 1914
Ends the battle of the Marne
But the war is far from over
Shifting gears more will fall
The numbers of the dead and wounded
Will only rise
And the grimness of the battles
To come will open eyes
I said
Dig in here
You will die here
By machine gun fire
Or a bomb seared
Shrapnel rains from the sky
Like it's spring here
And the bodies pile up
They will fade here
Dig in here
You will die here
By machine gun fire
Or a bomb seared
Shrapnel rains from the sky
Like it's spring here
And the bodies pile up
They will fade here
Dig In
Dig In
Dig In
Moving swiftly
To the trench
The trench
The trench
The trench

Written by:
Reginald Handy

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