Great War (History Version)

Passchendaele, 1917

No-man’s land.

Not a great place to be.

Upon command, thousands of soldiers will march straight into the crossfire of thousands of guns,

while the endless rain keeps pouring down.

Perhaps it will raise a question:

What is so great about war?

Where dead men lies I’m paralyzed, my brothers’ eyes are gone

And he shall be buried here, nameless marks his grave

Mother home, get a telegram and shed a tear of grief

Mud and blood, in foreign land, trying to understand

Where is this greatness I’ve been told?

This is the lies that we been sold

Is this a worthy sacrifice?

Great war

And I cannot take more

Great tour

I keep on marching on

I play the great score

There will be no encore

Great War

The war to end all wars

I’m standing here, I’m full of fear, with bodies at my feet

Over there in the other trench, bullets wear my name

Lead ahead, as the captain said and show them no remorse

Who am I to understand what have I become?

I do my duties, pay the price

I’ll do the worthy sacrifice

I know my deeds are not in vain

Great war

And I cannot take more

Great tour

I keep on marching on

I play the great score

There will be no encore

Great War

The war to end all wars

And feet by feet

We pay the price of a mile here

Though men are falling, we see Heroes rise

We face the heat

As we are fighting until the dawn

So follow me and we will write our own history

Great war

And I cannot take more

Great tour

I keep on marching on

I play the great score

There will be no encore

Great War

The war to end all wars