See the lightning crashing in the sky,

Feel the thunder shake the ground.

It wakes you from your blissful slumber,

Penetrates with sound.
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You hear the storm outside your window,

See the driving rain:

Feel its raw, unsequestered power,

You feel it in your veins.
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The thunder, it gets closer,

Lightning strikes the ground beside.

It wakes you from your dreams,

As you run away to hide.
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The storm, it gets closer still,

The thunder, rumbling through the land.

Lightning jumps, cloud to cloud,

Whistling hand in hand.
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It grows worse and worse,

The fright in you grows:

What is causing this awful storm?

Doesn't anyone know?
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The earth shakes violently beneath you,

Then it begins to subside;

The lightning, it illuminates

The whole French countryside.
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The blast shakes you from your bed,

The damned thunder from the guns.

For a moment you had gone away,

But now you're back at Verdun.
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The shells scream past you,

'Till one has the deadly aim.

Oh, what you wouldn't have given,

To be back home again.