Iron Maiden’s Book of Souls tour comes to Charlotte, North Carolina on June 9, 2017. One of my favorite songs is entitled, Paschendale. We are approaching the 100th anniversary of that god awful battle. Here are the lyrics along with a couple of videos.
In a foreign field he lay
Lonely soldier, unknown grave
On his dying words he prays
Tell the world of Paschendale
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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 on Paschendale
Its crimson cloak unveils again
The sound of guns can't hide 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
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
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
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
Across the lines, beyond the hill
Friend and foe will meet again
Those who died at Paschendale
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