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[Smith/Harris] <br /> <br />In a foreign field he lay <br />Lonely soldier, unknown grave <br />On his dying words he prays <br />Tell the world of Paschendale <br /> <br />Relive all that he's been through <br />Last communion of his soul <br />Rust your bullets with his tears <br />Let me tell you 'bout his years <br /> <br />Laying low in a blood filled trench <br />Kill tim 'til my very own death <br />On my face I can feel the falling rain <br />Never see my friends again <br /> <br />In the smoke, in the mud and lead <br />Smell the fear and the feeling of dread <br />Soon be time to go over the wall <br />Rapid fire and the end of us all <br /> <br />Whistles, shouts and more gun fire <br />Lifeless bodies hang on barbed wire <br />Battlefield nothing but a bloody tomb <br />Be reunited with my dead friends soon <br /> <br />Many soldiers eighteen years <br />Drown in mud, no more tears <br />Surely a war no-one can win <br />Killing time about to begin <br /> <br />Home, far away <br />From the war, a chance to live again <br />Home, far away <br />But the war, no chance to live again <br /> <br />The bodies of ours and our foes <br />The sea of death it overflows <br />In no man's land, God only knows <br />Into jaws of death we go <br /> <br />Crucified as if on a cross <br />Allied troops they mourn their loss <br />German war propaganda machine <br />Such before has never been seen <br /> <br />Swear I heard the angels cry <br />Pray to god no more may die <br />So that people know the truth <br />Tell the tale of Paschendale <br /> <br />Cruelty has a human heart <br />Every man does play his part <br />Terror of the men we kill <br />The human heart is hungry still <br /> <br />I stand my ground for the very last time <br />Gun is ready as I stand in line <br />Nervous wait for the whistle to blow <br />Rush of blood and over we go <br /> <br />Blood is falling like the rain <br />Its crimson cloak unveils again <br />The sound of guns can't hide their shame <br />And so we die on Paschendale <br /> <br />Dodging shrapnel and barbed wire <br />Running straight at the cannon fire <br />Running blind as I hold my breath <br />Say a prayer symphony of death <br /> <br />As we charge the enemy lines <br />A burst of fire and we go down <br />I choke a cry but no-one hears <br />Fell the blood go down my throat <br /> <br />Home, far away <br />From the war, a chance to live again <br />Home, far away <br />But the war, no chance to live again <br /> <br />See my spirit on the wind <br />Across the lines, beyond the hill <br />Friend and foe will meet again <br />Those who died at Paschendale
Letra nueva de la canción
[Smith/Harris] <br /> <br />In a foreign field he lay <br />Lonely soldier, unknown grave <br />On his dying words he prays <br />Tell the world of Paschendale <br /> <br />Relive all that he's been through <br />Last communion of his soul <br />Rust your bullets with his tears <br />Let me tell you 'bout his years <br /> <br />Laying low in a blood filled trench <br />Kill tim 'til my very own death <br />On my face I can feel the falling rain <br />Never see my friends again <br /> <br />In the smoke, in the mud and lead <br />Smell the fear and the feeling of dread <br />Soon be time to go over the wall <br />Rapid fire and the end of us all <br /> <br />Whistles, shouts and more gun fire <br />Lifeless bodies hang on barbed wire <br />Battlefield nothing but a bloody tomb <br />Be reunited with my dead friends soon <br /> <br />Many soldiers eighteen years <br />Drown in mud, no more tears <br />Surely a war no-one can win <br />Killing time about to begin <br /> <br />Home, far away <br />From the war, a chance to live again <br />Home, far away <br />But the war, no chance to live again <br /> <br />The bodies of ours and our foes <br />The sea of death it overflows <br />In no man's land, God only knows <br />Into jaws of death we go <br /> <br />Crucified as if on a cross <br />Allied troops they mourn their loss <br />German war propaganda machine <br />Such before has never been seen <br /> <br />Swear I heard the angels cry <br />Pray to god no more may die <br />So that people know the truth <br />Tell the tale of Paschendale <br /> <br />Cruelty has a human heart <br />Every man does play his part <br />Terror of the men we kill <br />The human heart is hungry still <br /> <br />I stand my ground for the very last time <br />Gun is ready as I stand in line <br />Nervous wait for the whistle to blow <br />Rush of blood and over we go <br /> <br />Blood is falling like the rain <br />Its crimson cloak unveils again <br />The sound of guns can't hide their shame <br />And so we die on Paschendale <br /> <br />Dodging shrapnel and barbed wire <br />Running straight at the cannon fire <br />Running blind as I hold my breath <br />Say a prayer symphony of death <br /> <br />As we charge the enemy lines <br />A burst of fire and we go down <br />I choke a cry but no-one hears <br />Fell the blood go down my throat <br /> <br />Home, far away <br />From the war, a chance to live again <br />Home, far away <br />But the war, no chance to live again <br /> <br />See my spirit on the wind <br />Across the lines, beyond the hill <br />Friend and foe will meet again <br />Those who died at Paschendale
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