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Paschendale di Iron Maiden
In a foreign field he lay, 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 Laying low in a blood filled trench, killing time ‘til my very own death In the smoke in the mud and lead, smell the fear and the feeling of dread Whistles, shouts and more gun fire, lifeless bodies hang on barbed wire Many soldiers eighteen years, drown in mud no more tears Home, far away, from the war, a chance to live again The bodies of ours and our foes, the sea of death it overflows Crucified as if on a cross, allied troops they mourn their loss Cruelty has a human heart, everyman does play his part I stand my ground for the very last time, gun is ready as I stand in line Blood is falling like the rain, its crimson cloak unveils again Dodging shrapnel and barbed wire, running straight at cannon fire As we charge the enemy lines, a burst of fire and we go down Home, far away, from the war, a chance to live again See my spirit on the wind, across the lines beyond the hill
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