Belleau Wood

June 1918
The forests of France
The enemy waits
As the heads of wheat dance

The western front
Winding streams
Unproven grunts
Navigate ravines

Like hounds of hell
Through strain and strife
That old Bavarian folklore
Came to life

An open field
Of green spring wheat
Crack and crunch
Under those wild dog feet

Know that smell
Know it well
Dogs of hell
They cry
All summer long

Mustard seed
They must feed
You will bleed
They try
Undying glory

Up the hill
For the thrill
Blood will spill
Inescapable
Those wild mountain dogs

I stand and fight
Make a name for yourself boy
Make a name for yourself
Retreat? Hell we just got here
Retreat? Hell we just got here
Do you wanna live forever?
Do you wanna live forever?
Forever

No food, no sleep
Without relief
Those dogs they fought
Beyond belief

The pain, the loss
From these reckless fellows
The screams are heard
Below the Bellow

Below Bellow

I stand and fight
Make a name for yourself boy
Make a name for yourself
Retreat? Hell we just got here
Retreat? Hell we just got here
Do you wanna live forever?
Do you wanna live forever?
Forever



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Meyer
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