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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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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 of fear and 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 barbwire |
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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. From the war, a chance to live again |
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Home, far away. 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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everyman 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 barbwire |
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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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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 |
