Foxhole
Deep in the forest, impending doom
Holding my ground, attacked on all sides
The shells fly overhead, war in full bloom
Creeping closer, the enemy hides

Then full charge, the masses come forth
All racing toward my little foxhole
After my life, after my soul
The angel of death given new birth

So I pick up my rifle, holding firm
The odds against me, time running out
Begotten here, trapped like a worm
Exhausted from the endless nights I fought

Reinforcements arriving, coming at noon
and yet the waves of attack continue
Midnight strikes, attack in full bloom
Fallen one by one, my wounded crew

Machine gunfire, tanks roll forward
Amassed as far as the eye can see
Yet I stay, though seemingly absurd
I have been promised a final victory