Echoes of 1914

[Intro][Orchestral][Heavy Guitar] [Verse 1] From Berlin's fervent streets to Somme's bloody fields, Youth march with dreams of glory that the war wields. "Home by Christmas," echoes naively in their hearts, Unaware of the shadows where the battle starts. [Pre-Chorus] The drums beat a relentless call, a symphony of death, As young men fall in line, breathing their last breath. [Drop/Chorus] Marching under iron skies, the eagles fly, Bound by honor, into the fray they’ll dare or die. From the Rhine to the Marne, where the dead men lay, In the echoes of 1914, the drums decay. [Verse 2] Flags wave in pride as the nation sends its sons, Families cheer, blinded by the smoking guns. Winter whispers of the horrors yet to come, In the trenches, the reality leaves them numb. [Drop/Pre-Chorus] A chorus of guns sings the fate they can't repel, In the dance of war, where the bravest often fell. [Chorus] Hope withers in the trenches, the eagles fall, Bound by sorrow, through the war they crawl. From the Rhine to the fields where the poppies sway, In the echoes of 1914, dreams decay. [Guitar Solo] [Verse 3] December’s chill brings no end, only despair, Christmas lights afar, a stark, unreachable glare. Promises of swift victory turned to dust, In artillery’s roar, in each charge they trust. [Pre-Chorus] The night grows deep, the frost bites through their cries, As whispers of peace are drowned by war’s dark lies. [Chorus] Hope withers in the trenches, the eagles fall, Bound by sorrow, through the war they crawl. From the Rhine to the fields where the poppies sway, In the echoes of 1914, dreams decay. [Final Chorus] No heroes in this war, only echoes and sighs, Under iron skies, the truth of 1914 lies. From dreams of a swift return, to endless days of fight, Echoes of 1914, into the endless night. [Outro] Oh, the dreams of a swift war, how swiftly passed, In the echoes of 1914, the die was cast. Home by Christmas, a promise lost in the fray, Echoes of 1914, forever they call, where the brave still lay.