And that's when the dead men are marching again

Into battle, the gas has them pinned, Then this soldier invoke the spirits of the wind!

Death from above, you’re under fire

Beneath the starlight of the heaven's, Unlikely heroes in the skies, witches to attack, witches coming back, As they appear on the horizon, The wind will whisper when the night witches come!

And as the end draws near, November dawn With losses so severe. Cease-fire, their forces withdrawn!

As the drum roll started on that day, Heard a hundred miles away, A million shells were fired, And the green fields turned to grey, The bombardment lasted all day long, Yet the forts were standing strong, Heavily defended. Now the trap's been sprung and the battle has begun

Turmoil at the front, Wilhelm's forces on the hunt, There's a thunder in the east, It's an attack of the deceased! They've been facing poison gas, 7, 000 charge en masse, Turn the tide of the attack, And force the enemy to turn back

Canvas wings of death, Prepare to meet your fate, Night Bomber Regiment 588!

The spell has been broken A new way to wage war has come, The future of warfare, For all to be seen, 1918.

Where is this greatness I've been told? This is the lies that we been sold, Is this a worthy sacrifice?

We are the dead, short days ago, We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved, and were loved, and now we lie, In Flanders fields In Flanders fields, And now we lie In Flanders fields!

Great war And I cannot take more, Great tour I keep on marching on I play the great score, There will be no encore, Great War, The war to end all wars

I'm standing here, I'm full of fear, with bodies at my feet, Over there in the other trench, bullets wear my name, Lead ahead, as the captain said and show them no remorse. Who am I to understand what have I become?

Into battle, the gas has them pinned, Then this soldier invoke the spirits of the wind!

In times they are needed, such times they appear, When a leader has fallen, a hero arise, And inspire the lost into glorious deeds that, Would give them a name that live on to this day, When.

Russians won't surrender, no, Striking fear into their foe!

Descend into darkness, 303 days below the sun, Fields of Verdun, Nowhere to run, father and son, Fall one by one under the gun, Thy will be done,and the judgement has begun! Nowhere to run, father and son, Fall one by one, fields of Verdun!

And feet by feet, We pay the price of a mile here, Though men are falling, we see Heroes rise,We face the heat. As we are fighting until the dawn, So follow me and we will write our own history

Fields of execution turned to wasteland from the grass, Thou shalt go no further it was said, 'They shall not pass!' , The spirit of resistance and the madness of the war, So go ahead, face the lead, join the dead Though you die where you lie, never asking why.

Far from home, a man with a mission, In the heat of the glistening sun, In the heart of ancient tradition, This man's journey has only begun.