Paschendale lyrics

Artist  : Iron Maiden 
Song : Paschendale



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In a foreign field he lay
Lonely soldier
unkown grave
On his dying words he
prays
Tell the world of
Paschendale

Relive 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 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 kand 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
Everyman 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 hid
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