iron maiden
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