Over The Top

On TV shows and documentary's we've seen
 In Flanders Fields,the First World War machine
Bullets whizzing past your head,just got to keep on going
 Nervous knots inside your gut,try not to keep spewing
Adenaline takes you past your point,of a nervous situation 
 War is a sure remedy,for the worst case of constipation 
Fumblings of a frantic man,when hearing the order,FIXED BAYONETS
 We're firing at them,they're firing at us,but may still feel some regrets
A cold rush through the body,as the dreaded whistle blows
 As the artillery bombardment had ended,to thin out defending foes
Over The Top,the order is given,to attack the waiting Hun
 War is just a Vally of Death,no matter how fast you run
Nomans Land approaching,knowing the enemy's near
 Loud explosions and flying shrapnel and the unforgettable stench of fear
Whistling past are the machine guns bullets,mowing down your mates
That is war's deadly price,the cue at the Pearly Gates