Death was everywhere,
in the air and in the sounds
coming off the mounds of Bolton's Ridge.
Death's anchorage.
When you rolled a smoke or told a joke,
it was in the laughter and drinking water
it approached the beach as strings of cutters,
dropped into the sea and lay around us.
Death was in the ancient fortress,
shelled by a million bullets
from gunners, waiting in the copses
with hearts that threatened to pop their boxes,
as we advanced into the sun
death was all and everyone.
death was all and everyone.
As we, advancing in the sun
As we, advancing, every man
As we, advancing in the sun
Death hung in the smoke and clung
To 400 acres of useless beachfront
A bank of red earth, dripping down
Death is now, and now, and now
Death was everywhere,
in the air and in the sounds
Coming off the mounds of Bolton's Ridge
Death's anchorage
Death was in the staring sun
Fixing it's eyes on everyone
It rattled the bones of the Light Horsemen
Still lying out there in the open
As we, advancing in the sun
As we, advancing, every man
As we, advancing in the sun
Sing "Death to all and everyone"