As the air fills with a killer
The Trench was about to face to face an explosion
Chlorine, Phosgene and mustard gas was just about to hurt family's back home
A change of wind direction changed the mood
Pushing away the light
When the wind changed, the breeze was carrying death to the enemy
A killer that came to hurt good friends
Ripping lungs out of its victims; mustard gas was worse
Searing blisters and unimaginable pain was like a gift to your enemy
Back at home waiting patiently
The message of doom came in the letter box
Losing a family member is like losing the sun
Losing his image is like losing your mind
