Whispers of death, roam around the grim trenches.
Echoes of war linger in the air,
Haunting. A ghostly symphony.
Shadows of the trenches. Lingering phantoms,
Whisper the tales of silent sacrifice.

Gusts of wind,
Carry the sounds of gunshots
Ricochet through the soldier’s ear
Death is near, is all they hear.

Amidst the horror of war, anguish paints a somber sky,
Echoes of suffering in every tear that soldiers cry.
In the battlefield’s grim theatre, in humanity’s price runs high.

The reoccurring sound of suffering,
It’s here, it’s time

This is the end.