The Blind Leading the Blind

We've watched you playing cricket And every kind of game At football, golf and polo, You men have made your name, But now your country calls you To play your part in war, And no matter what befalls you, We shall love you all the more, So come and join the forces As your fathers did before. [Refrain:] Oh! we don't want to lose you but we think you ought to go For your King and your Country both need you so; We shall want you and miss you but with all our might and main We shall cheer you, thank you, kiss you When you come back again.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Arrival The Meuse-Argonne offensive started like clockwork We planned to break through the Hindenburg line I know what we are fighting for Hopefully to end the war On the second of October We entered and entrenched in the Argonne forest Hill 198 was our goal I know what we are fighting for Hopefully to end the war Blood, guts, bayonets and shells Kleiftroops attack with the flame In the Argonne forest we're buried alive Let the mud flow through my veins Burst in the front, explosion behind My comrades get torn apart Our field artillery made a mistake By friendly fire we died We are along the road parallel 276 Our own artillery is dropping a barrage directly on us For heaven's sake stop it Departure This battle was the deadliest in US history Our losses were 26 thousands of human lives What are we fighting for? Don't mess with the war

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Armour 1.27 inches of the finest cast German steel 57 QF gun with 300 rounds, is ready to kill Six MG 08, Caliber 7.92 30 tons of retribution which ruined the Villers-Bretonneux I am in the Sturmpanzerwagen of death Watch me until I end your breath April 24, evening, we began at 10 o'clock We woke up Mephisto and Tommy's got shellshock 25 round per minute, I think that's enough for fuck-up Whippet's whipping around us By morning they all will give up It's hot as hell in here but we do it all over again Reload all machineguns and cannon as well The roof armour was damaged but we'll keep on fighting until The last of us can still shoot The last of us is still breathing Armour 1.27 inches of the finest East German steel 57 QF gun with 300 rounds, is ready to kill Six MG 08, Caliber 7.92 30 tons of useless metal Bogged in the mud of Villers-Bretonneux

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

In the name of progression we allowed machine guns Murdering to succeed With dreadnoughts, cannons and tanks But nothing beats a cavalry which rushes at full gallop Old fashioned chopping off heads In battle there is no law Fight your fight Guide the horse onto thy enemy Knead the mud It's cavalry attack Ride on fight Aim your lance onto thy enemy Hooves beat ground Royal Dragoons attack In the High Wood as scourge The 47th Division Trampling the foe in the mud of the forest We will fight because the Lord is with us, And we will put the germans to oblivion Vengeance in death Ride till I die Chopping off heads Enemy mine Vengeance in death

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Slaves to the system, there's no way out Slaves to the system, do you have a shout You've got to beat the bastards and beat 'em now Sick of policies putting me down Beat the bastards, beat them now Just out of school, dont have a clue No income support for you Can't get a job, don't get a chance Sick of politics leaving you out Beat the bastards, beat them now Money, money, power and strength Teenage kids with nothing to spend Hungry homeless, who gives a shit Sick of policies leaving me out Beat the bastards, beat them now

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Nov 11, 2025

If you want to find the General, I know where he is, If you want to find the General, I know where he is He's pinning another medal on his chest I saw him, I saw him Pinning another medal on his chest. If you want to find the Colonel I know where he is If you want to find the Colonel I know where he is, He's sitting in comfort stuffing his bloody gut. I saw him, I saw him, Sitting in comfort stuffing his bloody gut, If you want to find the Sergeant I know where he is If you want to find the Sergeant, I know where he is, He's drinking all the company rum. I saw him, I saw him Drinking all the company rum, If you want to find the Private I know where he is If you want to find the Private I know where he is He's hanging on the old barbed wire I saw him, I saw him Hanging on the old barbed wire, I saw him, hanging on the old barbed wire.

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Morning starts with killing a rat They crawl around in the trench Gobbling those of us who didn't Drown in mud asleep Wounded and emaciated We're waiting for the whistle to blow Our captain right here in front of us Lies dead in the shell hole Ashes to ashes - Dusto to dust Bayonets to rifles Counterattack Like a golem of ashes and clay We arise from a ruined trench Our lifes worth no more than The bloody mud of Passchendaele We shall move out of our holes Like worms of the earth I lay down in a flooded shell hole Our counterattack has failed There was only one last clip With 5 british .303 Jerrys sing their song in the trench And slowly comes my night If you're stuck at the no man's land Soon you will feed the rats

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

Though they dig down to Douaumont From there our bullets will take them And though they climb up to the Vaux From there we will pull them down We need more skulls Kill, kill, kill One ne passes pas Tuer, tuer, tuer 600 men who are not afraid to die Boches will swallow their pride This fort is our grave, you shall not pass Cross the Rubicon and die Buried ourselves as deep as we could We breathe down your neck Build barricades inside the corridors Our bayonets always near your throats Major Raynal counts the dead And prepares us for the final attack He opened the cage and let out the bird Our last racing homer pigeon Decisions made out of desperation We place the cannon in the corridor And when it swarms with Germans We shoot, walls splattered in blood

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Like an angel of death with a flaming sword Me and my nine comrades Appear from beyond Like vultures we will grind your flesh without getting sick And i swear you'll like my hand grenade M17 War is painful So you better stay home Or the last thing you'll see Is a Stosstruppen of death You'll make me laugh when you start Screaming like a sheep Close your mouth, reload your gun, get a grip I am not an evil man, but I love to kill I swear you'll like my bayonet - Butcher Bill War is painful So you better stay home Or the last thing you'll see Is a Stosstruppen of death Like an angel of death with a flaming sword Me and my nine comrades Appear from beyond Like vultures we will grind your flesh without getting sick For you the war has ended today Cowardly prick

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Bombed last night, and bombed the night before Going to get bombed tonight If we never get bombed anymore When we're bombed, we're scared as we can be Can't stop the bombing sent from higher Germany They're over us, they're over us One shell hole for just the four of us Thank your lucky stars there are no more of us 'Cause you can fill it all alone Gassed last night, and gassed the night before Going to get gassed tonight If we never get gassed anymore When we're gassed, we're as sick as we can be For Phosgene and Mustard Gas is too much for me They're warning us, they're warning us One respirator for the three of us Thank your lucky stars that two of us can run So you can use it all alone Keep your head down Keep your head down If you wanna stay alive Forget about honour, forget about pride And quietly crawl in the mud Shot last night, shot the night before We're gonna get shot tonight If we never get shot anymore When we're shot, we crawl as fast as we can At barbed wire we're caught in machine gun crossfire They're killing us, they're killing us One helmet for the two of us Thank your lucky stars that one of us is dead So you can wear it all alone And die alone

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Private Perks is a funny little codger with a smile--a funny smile. Five feet none, he's an artful little dodger with a smile--a funny smile. Flush or broke, he'll have his little joke. He can't be suppress'd. All the other fellows have to grin when he gets this off his chest--hi! ::Pack all your troubles in your old kit-bag and smile, smile, smile. While you've a lucifer to light your fag, smile, boys--that's the style. What's the use of worrying? It never was worthwhile, so pack all your troubles in your old kit-bag and smile, smile, smile.::

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025