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Stuck in a ditch, Always feeling the same, Absolutely no way out.

Nazis making their approach, But we have to hold our line.

Cause' we, we are the Belgians, We have our Belgian Pride.

Like soldiers of Flanders, Like them we fight.

Machinelike shredding iron.

Mark your fire, turn in desire.

Blood fills this desert land.

While rain comes down like hell.

Stuck in a ditch, Always feeling the same, Absolutely no way out.

Nazis making their approach, But we have to hold our line.

Cause' we, we are the Belgians, We have our Belgian Pride.

Like soldiers of Flanders, Like them we fight.

No pain, no game, no fame.

Purple heart for the worthy men.

Bloody limbs, the terror of the scene.

Panzer division, making their way.

Stuck in a ditch, Always feeling the same, Absolutely no way out.

Nazis making their approach, But we have to hold our line.

Cause' we, we are the Belgians, We have our Belgian Pride.

Like soldiers of Flanders, Like them we fight.

Hellish-like machinegun fire.

Bloody battle in the rear.

Bullet-proof tiger tanks.

Except for aerial attacks.