| 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 about his years
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| Laying low in a blood filled trench
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| Killing 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 the 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 in Paschendale
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| Dodging shrapnel and barbed wire
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| Running straight at the 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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| 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 |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paschendale, artist - Iron Maiden. Album song From Fear To Eternity The Best Of 1990-2010, in the genre Классика метала