As the drum roll started
on that day
heard a hundred miles away
A million shells were fired
and the green fields
turned to grey
The bombardment lasted
all day long
yet the forts were
standing strong
Heavily defended
Now the trap's been sprung
and the battle's begun
Descend into darkness
Three hundred three days
below the sun
Fields of Verdun
And the battle has begun
Nowhere to run
Father and son
fall one by one
under the gun
Thy will be done
And the judgment has begun
Nowhere to run
Father and son
fall one by one
Fields of Verdun
Though a million shells
have scarred the land
no one has the upper hand
From the ground above
to trenches
where the soldiers
make their stand
As the trenches
slowly turn to mud
and then quickly start to flood
Death awaits in every corner
as they die in the mud
fill the trenches with blood
Descend into darkness
Three hundred three days
below the sun
Fields of Verdun
And the battle has begun
Nowhere to run
Father and son
fall one by one
under the gun
Thy will be done
And the judgment has begun
Nowhere to run
Father and son
fall one by one
Fields of Verdun
Fields of execution
turned to wasteland
from the grass
Thou shalt go no further
it was said they shall not pass
The spirit of resistance
and the madness of the war
So go ahead
face the lead
join the dead
though you die
where you lie
never asking why
Descend into darkness
Three hundred three days
below the sun
Fields of Verdun
And the battle has begun
Nowhere to run
Father and son
fall one by one
under the gun
Thy will be done
And the judgment has begun
Nowhere to run
Father and son
fall one by one
Fields of Verdun