In Flanders Fields Lyrics

In the fields in the forest

In the streams all around the village

Men have fought men have died

Men are lost to history we envisage

The land near Ypre is pulverized

By the constant firing of artillery

This line hasn't moved for years of the war

But that has to change this fight there is no revelry

The Germans hold the high ground at many ridges

Not least of which at Passchendaele

The British Australians and Candiens

Will muster up the men and guns to not fail

The plan early on is dig underneath

The enemy lines place explosives

At various points all across the front

And hope to God they don't take notice

They fire off well placed artillery

Firing millions of shells

It changes the face of the battlefield

Into scenes reminiscent of hell

By now that's defined as the Battle of The Somme

But this battle will soon earn its place

As the allies advance towards the German line

The mines they explode and erase

In Flanders Fields

You can look out and see nothing

And though the flowers now grow

It only covers up the destruction

These fields where many men fall

Drowning in the mud they fell

This ridge where the flowers now grow

They fought call it Passchendaele

Passchendaele

The German lines are left in disarray

After the mines they explode

Many men start to run away in droves

An unnerving site for those who would know

Many of their men were simply vaporized

By the blast displacing all the earth

But soon they would recover solidify the lines

And for their enemy make it hurt

Now all you see where the massive craters lay

Is water or a barrier of trees

But back then in battle what you saw is ground

That's devoid of any sound cept for screams

And the screams are drowned out by artillery

That hits damaging the drainage system

The rain starts to fall the most in hundreds of years

Leaving the battlefield a swamp so just listen

Artillery craters are connected filled with water

Their treading in mud don't you slip

Because if you do you are never seen again

Drowning this reality it hits

Trenches knee deep in water some waist deep

Are really just becoming a grave

Though their pushing the lines slowly inch by inch

Suffering is only common place

In Flanders Fields

You can look out and see nothing

And though the flowers now grow

It only covers up the destruction

These fields where many men fall

Drowning in the mud they fell

This ridge where the flowers now grow

They fought call it Passchendaele

Passchendaele

As the rain fell as the rain fell

It just made life down here hard to tell

Moving through bodies moving through water

All of this amidst the thundering of shells

What is that I'm touching another lifeless soul

Or maybe its just mud it's hard to really tell

Your rifle won't fire your boots are just glued

Down to the earth but you can't stop you can't fail

In the fields in the fields

Of Flanders, no one knows

Life is shattered life is taken

In the fields devoid of hope

In the fields in the fields

Of Flanders, no one knows

Life is shattered life is taken

In the fields devoid of hope

As the rain fell as the rain fell

They kept pushing up the ridge turning pale

Resistance is fierce but its crumbling

Because the Germans lost more than they can tell

Millions of men on both sides are lost fighting

For tracts of land where beauty once held

But now all it is, is a desolate waste

Strategic value is the reason they will sell

In the fields in the fields

Of Flanders, no one knows

Life is shattered life is taken

In the fields devoid of hope

In the fields in the fields

Of Flanders, no one knows

Life is shattered life is taken

In the fields devoid of hope

When the allied soldiers reached the top of the ridge

The Germans were gone there was nothing

Nothing was there except ruins pulverized

By artillery it was really something

This battle would signify the end for the Germans

Simply due to numbers of their dead

The allies also lost countless numbers of men

At Passchendaele they are left to rest

Rest

Rest

Rest