Through mud and gas and fear and rot Onwards! Through carcass and death Onwards! Ol' blighty calls They carry on Through morning mist The boys are walking Their heads are filled With pompous lies With first barrage Reality kicks in Blightmarch Wannabe heroes no more Blightmarch Shells turn boys into old men The thirst for glory no more They just want to go home But home is far away Hidden behind the veil of death With rats they share their fate Though rats are better fed Blightmarch Wannabe heroes no more Blightmarch Shells turn boys into old men Blightmarch Their lives they promised to the crown Blightmarch The day has come to pay up