In a foreign field he lay Lonely soldier unkown grave On his dying words he prays Tell the world of Paschendale
Relief all that he's been through Last communioun of his soul Rust your bullets with his tears Let me tell you 'bout his years
Laying low in a blood filled trench Kill until my very own death On my face I can feel the falling rain Never see my friends again
In the smoke in the mud and lead Smell the fear and the feeling of dread Soon be time to go over the wall Rapid fire and the end of us all
Whistles, shouts and more gun fire Lifeless bodies hang on barbed wire Battlefield nothing but a bloody tomb Be reunited with my dead friends soon
Many soldiers eighteen years Drown in mud no more tears Surely a war no-one can win Killing time about to begin
Home, far away From the war, a chance to live again Home, far away But the war, no chance to live again
The bodies of ours and our foes The sea of death it overflows In no man's land god only knows Into jaws of death we go
Crucified as if on a cross Allied troops they mourn their loss German war propaganda machine Such before has never been seen
Swear I heard the angels cry God demand no more may die So that people know the truth Tell the tale of Paschendale
Cruelty has a human heart Every man does play his part Terror of the men we kill The human heart is hungry still
I stand my ground for the very last time Gun is ready as I stand in line Nervous wait for the whistle to blow Rush of blood and over we go
Blood is falling like the rain It's crimson cloak unveils again The sound of guns can't hide their shame And so we die on Paschendale
Dodging shrapnel and barbed wire Running straight at the cannon fire Running blind as I hold my breath Say a prayer symphony of death
As we charge the enemy lines A burst of fire and we go down I choke a cry but no-one hears Fell the blood go down my throat
Home, far away From the war, a chance to live again Home, far away But the war, no chance to live again
Home, far away From the war, a chance to live again Home, far away But the war, no chance to live again
See my spirit on the wind Across the lines beyond the hill Friend and foe will meet again Those who died at Paschendale
Compositores: Adrian Frederick Smith (Adrian Smith) (PRS), Stephen Percy Harris (Steve Harris) (PRS)Editor: Iron Maiden LlpAdministração: BMG Rights Management (PRS)Publicado em 2011 (03/Jun) e lançado em 2003ECAD verificado obra #26156380 e fonograma #2079675 em 12/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM