See the lightning crashing in the sky,
Feel the thunder shake the ground.
It wakes you from your blissful slumber,
Penetrates with sound.
.
You hear the storm outside your window,
See the driving rain:
Feel its raw, unsequestered power,
You feel it in your veins.
.
The thunder, it gets closer,
Lightning strikes the ground beside.
It wakes you from your dreams,
As you run away to hide.
.
The storm, it gets closer still,
The thunder, rumbling through the land.
Lightning jumps, cloud to cloud,
Whistling hand in hand.
.
It grows worse and worse,
The fright in you grows:
What is causing this awful storm?
Doesn't anyone know?
.
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.
.
The shells scream past you,
'Till one has the deadly aim.
Oh, what you wouldn't have given,
To be back home again.