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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


killing time `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 of fear and 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


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


its crimson cloak unveils again


the sound of guns can`t hide their shame


and so we die in Paschendale





Dodging shrapnel and barbed wire


running straight at 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


feel 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


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

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


killing time `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 of fear and 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


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


its crimson cloak unveils again


the sound of guns can`t hide their shame


and so we die in Paschendale





Dodging shrapnel and barbed wire


running straight at 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


feel 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


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

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