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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 crimso

Iron Maiden

Paschendale / Iron Maiden

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