Paschendale Lyrics

Paschendale lyrics

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