In a foreign field he lay Lonely soldier unkown grave On his dying words he prays Tell the world of Paschendale Relive all that he's been through Last communioun 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 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 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 Many soldiers eighteen years Drown in mud no more tears Surely a war no-one can win Killing time about to begin (Chorus) 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 kand 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 It's crimson cloak unveils again The sound of guns can't hid 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 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 (Chorus) See my spirit o­n the wind Across the lines beyond the hill Friend and foe will meet again Those who died at Paschendale