Saddled with disgraced command
Shallow slit trenches, blasted by sand
Inexperienced troops were spread thin
Dispersed - by harsh terrain
The scorching sun blaze - on withered men
Exhausted and mauled - slaughtered one to ten
Exasperated and exposed, on topographic crests
Their ghastly silhouettes were marked for death
It was murder!
Into the muzzles of concealed eighty-eights they rolled
It was murder!
Tank after tank, blown to bits, lured into the fold
Air superiority was forfeited
The gruesome shelling intensified
Howling Stukas piling up the dead
Their lifeless eyes looks to the sky
Another nail in the coffin hammered down
Bearing the mark of the Afrika Korps
Cold winds of death sweeps the battered ground
Grinded into dust, lies the Allied force
Before them, the victorious amass
Silence falls upon the Kasserine Pass
It was murder!
Into the muzzles of concealed eighty-eights they rolled
It was murder!
Tank after tank, blown to bits, lured into the fold
Just like so many before them
Returned to earth condemned
Condemned
Just like so many before them
Returned to earth condemned
Just like so many before them
Returned to earth condemned
Condemned
Condemned
Condemned
Faded bones
In windswept soil
Eclipsed by stone
In consecrated void