all quiet on the western front

all quiet on the western front

nobody saw

a youth asleep in the foreign soil

planted by the war

feel the pulse of human blood pouring forth

see the stems of europe bend under force

all quiet

all quiet

all quiet on the western front

so tired of this garden's grief

nobody cares

old kin kiss the small white cross

their only souvenir

see the prussian offense fly

weren't we grand

to place the feel of cold sharp steel in their hands

it's gone all quiet on the western front

male angels sigh

ghosts float in a flooded trench as germany dies

fever reaps the flowers of france

fair-haired boys

string the harps to victory's voice

joyous noise