Lyrics
[Verse 1]
In a foreign field he lay, lonely soldier, unknown grave
On his dying words he prays, "Tell the world of Paschendale"
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
Laying low in a blood-filled trench, killing time till my very own death
On my face I can feel the falling rain, never see my friends again
[Verse 4]
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 end of us all
[Verse 5]
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
[Verse 6]
Many soldiers eighteen years, drown in mud no more tears
Surely a war no one can win, killing time about to begin
[Verse 7]
Home, far away
From the war, a chance to live again
Home, far away
But the war, no chance to live again
[Verse 8]
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
[Verse 9]
Crucified as if on a cross, Allied troops they mourn their loss
German war propaganda machine such before has never been seen
[Verse 10]
Swear I heard the angels cry, pray to God no more may die
So that people know the truth, tell the tale of Paschendale
[Verse 11]
Cruelty has a human heart, every man does play his part
Terror of the men we kill, the human heart is hungry still
[Verse 12]
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
[Verse 13]
Blood is falling like the rain
Its crimson cloak unveils again
The sound of guns can't hide their shame
And so we die in Paschendale
[Verse 14]
Dodging shrapnel and barbed wire, running straight at cannon fire
Running blind as I hold my breath, say a prayer, symphony of death
[Verse 15]
As we charge the enemy lines, a burst of fire and we go down
I choke a cry but no one hears, feel the blood go down my throat
[Verse 16]
Home, far away
From the war, a chance to live again
Home, far away
But the war, no chance to live again
[Verse 17]
Home, far away
From the war, a chance to live again
Home, far away
But the war, no chance to live again
[Verse 18]
See my spirit on the wind
Across the lines, beyond the hill
Friend and foe will meet again
Those who died at Paschendale
Written by: Adrian Smith, Steve Harris
