Death was everywhere, 死亡是随处可见，

in the air 在空气中

and in the sounds 和在声音

coming off the mounds 脱落的土堆

of Bolton's Ridge. 对博尔顿的里奇。

Death's anchorage. 死亡的锚地。

When you rolled a smoke 当你卷了一根烟

or told a joke, 还是讲了一个笑话，

it was in the laughter 它是在笑

and drinking water 和饮用水

it approached the beach 它接近海滩

as strings of cutters, 作为刀具的字符串，

dropped into the sea and lay around us. 投进大海，躺在我们身边。

   

Death was in the ancient fortress, 死亡是在古代要塞，

shelled by a million bullets 一百万发子弹炮轰

from gunners, waiting in the copses 从炮手，守候在灌木丛

with hearts that threatened to pop their boxes, 连心威胁弹出自己的箱子，

as we advanced into the sun 作为我们推进到太阳

death was all and everyone. 死亡是一切和每个人。

   

Death hung in the smoke and clung 死亡挂在烟雾和固守

to 400 acres of useless beachfront. 至400亩的海滨没用的。

A bank of red earth, dripping down death 红土银行，滴落下来死亡

now, and now, and now 现在，现在，现在

in the air 在空气中

and in the sounds 和在声音

coming off the mounds 脱落的土堆

of Bolton's Ridge. 对博尔顿的里奇。

Death's anchorage. 死亡的锚地。

Death was in the staring sun, 死亡是在盯着太阳，

fixing its eyes on everyone. 在每个人固定它的眼睛。

It rattled the bones of the Light Horsemen 它扰乱了轻骑兵的骨头

still lying out there in the open 还躺在那里在开

   

as we, advancing in the sun 作为我们，前进中的太阳

sing "Death to all and everyone." 唱“打倒一切，每个人。 ”