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IRON MAIDEN lyrics : "Paschendale"

In a foreign field he lay
Lonely soldier, unknown grave
On his dying words he prays

Tell the world of Paschendale

Relive all that he's been through

Last communion of his soul
Rust your bullets with his tears
Let me tell you 'bout his years


Laying low in a blood filled trench
Kill tim 'til 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
Pray to god 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
Its 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


See my spirit on the wind
Across the lines, beyond the hill
Friend and foe will meet again
Those who died at Paschendale

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