The salient is an arc of flame 
Machine guns fire in hysteria 
Thousands of soldiers die every day 
The wounded scream in agony 
Witness the last attack of the cavalry 
Gunned down and shot to pieces 
The artillery created a landscape equal to the moon 

Through a storm of steel 
Through no man's land 
Bullets blow you to [bad word] 
No man's land 

Only the rats grew fat on attrition 
Glutted with the flesh of dead soldiers 
Loathsome, bloated creatures 
Half blind and big as cats 
The morale of the army 
Was sinking in the swamps of the salient 
Vicious in victory 
We're out for war, war to the death 

Through a storm of steel 
Through no man's land 
Bullets blow you to [bad word] 
No man's land 

Stuck on a bayonet, or shot at dawn 
Life expectancy, there is none 

Men slipped and slithered 
Through bloody soil on the battleground 
Divisions were going across like terriers intent on flushing rats from a hole 

Through a storm of steel 
Through no man's land 
Bullets blow you to [bad word] 
No man's land