Letra de Paschendale (2015 Remaster)
In a foreign field he lay Lonely soldier, unknown grave On his dying words he prays Tell the world of PaschendaleRelive all that he's been through Last communion of his soul Rust your bullets with his tears Let me tell you 'bout his yearsLaying 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 againIn 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 end of us allWhistles, shouts and more gun fire Lifeless bodies hang on barbed wire Battlefield nothing but a bloody tomb Be reunited with my dead friends soonMany soldiers, 18 years Drown in mud, no more tears Surely a war no one can win Killing time about to beginHome, far away From the war, a chance to live again Home, far away But the war, no chance to live againThe 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 goCrucified as if on a cross Allied troops they mourn their loss German war propaganda machine Such before has never been seenSwear I heard the angels cry Pray to God no more may die So that people know the truth Tell the tale of PaschendaleCruelty has a human heart Every man does play his part Terror of the men we kill The human heart is hungry stillI 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 goBlood is falling like the rain It's crimson cloak unveils again The sound of guns can't hide their shame And so we die in PaschendaleDodging shrapnel and barbed wire Running straight at cannon fire Running blind as I hold my breath Say a prayer symphony of deathAs 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 throatHome, far away From the war, a chance to live again Home, far away But the war, no chance to live againHome, far away From the war, a chance to live again Home, far away But the war, no chance to live againSee my spirit on the wind Across the lines, beyond the hill Friend and foe will meet again Those who died at Paschendale