Sentenced

Rain drums the lifeless ground,
drops as cold as ice,
the dawn's breaking, the trench a-shaking.
Their fire hits us all around,
and the siren cries,
"Forward! Forward!" We go into attack.
May today become the day,
as I pludge into the grey.
Lead is flying, all the signs are there.
They all think that I am brave,
the strongest link of our chain,
but really I've gotta say that ain't how it's like.
Closing in, not slowing down.
Iron, fire, blood,
our line's breaking and death a-taking.