Sabaton
Sabaton - Fields Of Verdun songtekst
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Het lied gaat over de Slag om Verdun (21 februari 1916 - 20 december 1916). Het was een van de bloedigste veldslagen in de Eerste Wereldoorlog. Tot op de dag van vandaag staat deze veldslag symbool voor de zinloze slachting van mensenlevens. Frankrijk tegenover Duitsland. De Duitsers vielen onophoudelijk aan, maar slaagden er niet in Verdun in te nemen. In totaal waren er aan beide zijden 263.000 doden en bijna een half miljoen gewonden.
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 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 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 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 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