Paschendale (Live In Dortmund)
Iron Maiden"Paschendale (Live In Dortmund)" là bài hát của Iron Maiden, 2005, Pop. Thời lượng 10:02, 66 lines / 440 words.
Lời bài hát
1:56In a foreign field he lay
1:59Lonely soldier unknown grave
2:02On his dying words he prays
2:05Tell the world of paschendale
2:34Relive all that he's been through
2:37Last communion of his soul
2:40Rust your bullets with his tears
2:43Let me tell you 'bout his years
2:57Laying low in a blood filled trench
3:00Killing time 'til my very own death
3:02On my face I can feel the falling rain
3:05Never see my friends again
3:08In the smoke in the mud and lead
3:10Smell of fear and feeling of dread
3:13Soon be time to go over the wall
3:16Rapid fire and the end of us all
3:29Whistles shouts and more gun fire
3:32Lifeless bodies hang on barbwire
3:34Battlefield nothing but a bloody tomb
3:37Be reunited with my dead friends soon
3:40Many soldiers eighteen years
3:42Drown in mud no more tears
3:45Surely a war no one can win
3:47Killing time about to begin
3:50Home far away from the war a chance to live again
4:00Home far away but the war no chance to live again
4:12The bodies of ours and our foes
4:17The sea of death it overflows
4:22In no man's land god only knows
4:27Into jaws of death we go
4:36Crucified as if on a cross
4:38Allied troops they mourn their loss
4:41German war propaganda machine
4:43Such before has never been seen
4:46Swear I heard the angels cry
4:49Pray to god no more may die
4:52So that people know the truth
4:54Tell the tale of paschendale
5:50Cruelty has a human heart
5:53Everyman does play his part
5:55Terror of the men we kill
5:58The human heart is hungry still
6:00I stand my ground for the very last time
6:03Gun is ready as I stand in line
6:05Nervous wait for the whistle to blow
6:08Rush of blood and over we go
7:25Blood is falling like the rain
7:29Its crimson cloak unveils again
7:34The sound of guns can't hide their shame
7:39And so we die in paschendale
8:16Dodging shrapnel and barbwire
8:18Running straight at cannon fire
8:21Running blind as I hold my breath
8:23Say a prayer symphony of death
8:26As we charge the enemy lines
8:28A burst of fire and we go down
8:31I choke a cry but no one hears
8:33Feel the blood go down my throat
8:36Home far away from the war a chance to live again
8:46Home far away but the war no chance to live again
8:56Home far away from the war a chance to live again
9:05Home far away but the war no chance to live again
9:53See my spirit on the wind
9:56Across the lines beyond the hill
9:59Friend and foe will meet again
10:02Those who died at paschendale
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 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 barbwire 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 barbwire 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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