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