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God with us standing one by one |
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Last letter home is done |
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God with us sing the victory songs |
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For honour god and fatherland |
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As time stands still who will remain who is the one to pass |
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Did you resist while others fell or while they drowned in gas |
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A generation fading like sand in an hour glass |
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Young men in trenches gunfire shakes the ground |
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Did you want to die here were you one of them |
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Was your wish to leave here to see your family again |
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Did you ever had a doubt or had you been deceived |
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Like millions of your comrades who never saw their homes again |
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God with us here in no mans land erase the best of youth |
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God with us play the death march for the route down below |
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Not one to stop not one to hold |
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In this hell men won`t grow old |
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God with us strong in faith we stand |
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Handwritten on a yellowed group portrait |
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Young men with carbines in their hands |
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Still together carved in stone they lie |
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A generation damned to suffer working busy on a new world order |
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One by one almost brothers no hope... and no mother |
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God with us heroes will be made |
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But no hero will survive |
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God with us don`t let us be downhearted |
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Please let death come quick |
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God with us |
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Do you hear the silence now |
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Where once thousand cannons spoke |
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On the fields where the poppies grow |
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A mother bemoans her son |
