Fields of blood

A long hard march over the ice

Today our kingdoms glory will rise

Hear the cannons roaring all night

The troops are getting ready to fight

Fog lay on the icy ground

The reaper move with no sound

The general looks over the lands

Thousands of lives in his hands

Standards blowing in the wind

Armour reflects the morning sun

We’re marching on to battle

Be sure the damage is done

Locked and loaded

Now’s our time

Songs will be written , stories told

Of the men in the freezing cold

When the spring comes like a flood

Honoured men on fields of blood

The sergeant says that we will win

Keeping the battle spirits high

As the bullets hit the lines

Young men start to die

Locked and loaded

Now’s our time

Songs will be written

Stories told

Of the men in the freezing cold

When the spring comes like a flood

Honoured men on fields of blood

A thumping sound

As bodies hit the ground

The shrapnel’s flying

As men lay dying

Fire and brimstone

Burns to the bone

Will I die today?

God’s not far away

Songs will be written , stories told

Of the men in the freezing cold

When the spring comes like a flood

Honoured men on fields of blood

A thumping sound

As bodies hit the ground

The shrapnel’s flying

As men lay dying

Fire and brimstone

Burns to the bone

Will I die today?

God’s not far away

The fields of blood...