Stories From The Western Front

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From a land across the ocean, to the western front where they served Fought with courage and devotion, preconceptions turned As the spring offensive kept churning, where the men would earn their name See the tides of battle turning, and their foes ignite their flame Hear the toll of the bell, kept fighting for 6 months in hell As the war rages on, they fight at the edge of the Argonne Hear the toll of the bell, over 6 months in hell Out of the trenches they came As the war rages on, at the edge of the Argonne Hellfighters earning their name They would have no prisoners taken, and they never lost any ground Earned the cross of war unshaken, never turned around As the armistice is drawing closer, the 369th Kept on fighting until it was over, and they were first to reach the Rhine Hear the toll of the bell, kept fighting for 6 months in hell As the war rages on, they fight at the edge of the Argonne Hear the toll of the bell, over 6 months in hell Out of the trenches they came As the war rages on, at the edge of the Argonne Hellfighters earning their name Hear the toll of the bell, over 6 months in hell Out of the trenches they came As the war rages on, at the edge of the Argonne Hellfighters earning their name

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

Music: Brodén Lyrics: Brodén/Sundström Hear the sound of a machinegun Hear it echo in the night Mortars firing rains the scene Scars the fields that once were green It's a stalemate at the frontline Where the soldiers rest in mud Roads and houses all is gone There's no glory to be won Know that many men will suffer Know that many will die Half a million lives at stake At the fields of Passchendaele And as the the night falls the general calls And the battle carries on and on What is the purpose of it all? What's the price of a mile? Thousands of feet march to the beat It's an army on the march Long way from home Paying the price in young mens lives Thousands of feet march to the beat It's an army in despair Knee deep in mud Stuck in a trench with no way out Thousand of machineguns Kept on firing through the night Mortars blazed and wrecked the scene Gone is the fields that once were green Still a deadlock at the frontline Where the soldiers die in mud Roads and houses since long gone Still no glory has been won Know that many has suffered Know that many has died 6 miles of ground has been won Half a million men are gone And as the men crawled the general called And the killing carried on and on What was the purpose of it all? What's the price of a mile? Young men are dying They pay the price Oh how they suffer So tell me what's the price of a mile There's no price for a mile

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

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 has been sprung and the battle has begun Descend into darkness 303 days below the sun Fields of Verdun And the battle has begun 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 Though a million shells have scarred the land, no one has the upper hand From the ground above to trenches, where the soldiers make their stand As the trenches slowly turn to mud, and then quickly start to flood Death awaits in every corner, as they die in the mud, fill the trenches with blood 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 led! Join the dead! Though you die! Where you lie! Never asking why!

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

We're keeping the kingdom free As an archduke falls and the battle horn calls, our lives would never be the same We were looking down barrel of a gun Now the war has come and the battle has begun, we are desperate and overrun To the war drum we'll be marching until it's done Lead the way, we will follow into the fray We will hold the line we will not be led astray For king and for country, we are flooding the river Our stand at Yser will be, the end of the race to the sea The last piece of Belgium is free, we're keeping a sliver A cog in the war machine, October of 1914 As our foe draws forth we are moving on north, we will never let them have it all There's a price for freedom paid by Belgiums sons They may take our towns, they may conquer our grounds we'll defend the nation and the crown We'll uphold our independence with our guns All the way, on to triumph or to judgement day We will follow and we will not be led astray For king and for country, we are flooding the river Our stand at Yser will be, the end of the race to the sea The last piece of Belgium is free, we're keeping a sliver A cog in the war machine, October of 1914 See a king and a soldier, fighting shoulder to shoulder See a king and a soldier, fighting shoulder to shoulder He overruled his commanders, he made a last stand in Flanders We see our king and a soldier, they're fighting shoulder to shoulder To keep the last piece of Belgium free All the way, on to triumph or to judgement day We will follow and we will not be led astray For king and for country, we are flooding the river Our stand at Yser will be, the end of the race to the sea The last piece of Belgium is free, we're keeping a sliver A cog in the war machine, October of 1914 For king and for country, we are flooding the river Our stand at Yser will be, the end of the race to the sea We're free For king and for country we are flooding the river No more of our country lost, the line will be held at all cost

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

Kill, fight, die That's what a soldier should do Top of their game, earning their name They were the Devil dogs In a war machine They were the USA marines 1918, USA intervene Until now they were mainly observing There in the wheat fields and a small piece of land It's a battle that will write history 5 times attacked, and then 5 times repelled At the 6th time they managed to break the line Heart of the corps, and a part of the lore The deadliest weapon on earth Kill, fight, die That's what a soldier should do Top of their game, earning their name They were the Devil dogs In a war machine They were the USA marines Dogs lead ahead, and attack through the led Put to test, at the battle of Belleau Clearing the forest and advance through the trees It's the end of the war that's in sight Hill 142, it's a final break through It's the key to controlling the battlefield Second to none, a marine and a gun And the foes run in fear of their name Kill, fight, die That's what a soldier should do Top of their game, earning their name They were the Devil dogs In a war machine They were the USA marines 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... 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 "Come on, you sons of bitches, do you want to live forever?" Second to none, a marine and a gun Raising hell as they're fighting like dogs of war Heart of the corps, and a part of the lore The deadliest weapon on earth Kill, fight, die That's what a soldier should do Top of their game, earning their name They were the Devil dogs In a war machine They were the USA And since then They are the devil dogs of war And then always Are the USA marines

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025