Gods in the Trenches

Tell me, are there gods in the trenches?
Are there heroes in grass, water and mud?
Oh, what pitiful these few defenses
Against a tide, bringing ever more blood

Yet we sit in our puddles and wait
Some play cards for the souls of their being
Here, on the very edge of Hell's gate
Already more dead now than living

Hold a moment, just listen to nothing
And hear the thunder before us
Look, up the line, they're approaching
Breaking the silence that was

Knee high in mud, barely we move
A wonder our chests can still heave
Our stand ends in this scar of a groove
Now to brighter lands we can leave