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