Quietly laying in a static pose on the cold, grimy soil
Trenches became second home to all of us
Young men in combat, weapons striving for peace
Hungry, crawling rats as our sole companions
Deaf due to never-ending silence of grenades
Patiently waiting for that one inevitable sign
To which we instantly put our lives on the line

No reason, no emotion, feelings blocked
Never looking back, always forward
Red stains like flowers on a green field
Unable to wash away, invisible to our eyes
Only when the night comes, I can live again

Rain like tear drops falling out of sky
Soaked, hurt yet I never felt so alive
Mud slipping through my fingers
Blood of my brothers on my hands
Reminding me the cause of my presence
To prevent more red flowers from falling
In Flanders Fields

Captured by the fog that never rises
Leading to no man's land