It's wet and it's windy and damp,
Oh yes and it's started to rain.
But there's nothing there that can really compare,
To the horrors of Sniper Lane.
We stop and we pause, we check for Kraut paws,
But in the end we are all running blind.
Hoping to make it to the next batch of cover,
To not leave any trooper behind.
A hip and a hop, a Kraut rifle shot,
Into our rations we dig.
My health's going down, the red's hit the ground,
So yeah, I scoff grub like a pig.
We have our fill, our blood ceases to spill,
Now it's time to go back under rain.
Such is the way of this allied assault,
And of this damned stage of the game.