Iron Maiden "Paschendale" lyrics

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Paschendale

In a foreign field he layLonely soldier, unknown graveOn his dying words he praysTell the world of Paschendale

Relive all that he's been throughLast communion of his soulRust your bullets with his tearsLet me tell you 'bout his years

Laying low in a blood filled trenchKill tim 'til my very own deathOn my face I can feel the falling rainNever see my friends again

In the smoke, in the mud and leadSmell the fear and the feeling of dreadSoon be time to go over the wallRapid fire and the end of us all

Whistles, shouts and more gun fireLifeless bodies hang on barbed wireBattlefield nothing but a bloody tombBe reunited with my dead friends soon

Many soldiers eighteen yearsDrown in mud, no more tearsSurely a war no-one can winKilling time about to begin

Home, far awayFrom the war, a chance to live againHome, far awayBut the war, no chance to live again

The bodies of ours and our foesThe sea of death it overflowsIn no man's land, God only knowsInto jaws of death we go

Crucified as if on a crossAllied troops they mourn their lossGerman war propaganda machineSuch before has never been seen

Swear I heard the angels cryPray to god no more may dieSo that people know the truthTell the tale of Paschendale

Cruelty has a human heartEvery man does play his partTerror of the men we killThe human heart is hungry still

I stand my ground for the very last timeGun is ready as I stand in lineNervous wait for the whistle to blowRush of blood and over we go

Blood is falling like the rainIts crimson cloak unveils againThe sound of guns can't hide their shameAnd so we die on Paschendale

Dodging shrapnel and barbed wireRunning straight at the cannon fireRunning blind as I hold my breathSay a prayer symphony of death

As we charge the enemy linesA burst of fire and we go downI choke a cry but no-one hearsFell the blood go down my throat

Home, far awayFrom the war, a chance to live againHome, far awayBut the war, no chance to live again

See my spirit on the windAcross the lines, beyond the hillFriend and foe will meet againThose who died at Paschendale

Paschendale

Na stranom polju lezao jeUsamljeni vojnik, nepoznati grobNa njegove poslednje rijeci molio jeRecite svjetu o Pasandelu

Dozivite sve to sto je on prosaoPoslednja zajednica njegove duseRusi tvoje metke sa njegovim ssuzamaDozvoli mi da ispricam o njegovim godinama

Lezati nisko u krvlju ispunjenom rovuUbijati vrijeme do moje smrtiNa mom licu ja mogu da osjetim kisu kako padaNikada necu vidjeti moje prijatelje ponovo

U dimu, u blatu i olovuMiris straha i osjecaj smrtiUskoro ce biti vrijeme da krenemo preko zidaBrza pajba i kraj svih nas

Zvizdaljki, vika i jos vise pucnjaveBez zivotna tijela vise na bodljikavoj ziciBojno polje je nista osim krvave grobniceUskoro cu se ujediniti sa mojim mrtvim prijateljima

Mnogi vojnici osamnaest godinaDave se u blatu, nema vise suzaSigurno u ratu niko ne moze pobjeditiVrijeme za ubijenje uskoro pocinje

Dom, dalekoIz rata, sansa da se zivi ponovoDom,dalekoAli rat, nema sanse da se zivi ponovo

Tijala nas i nasih neprijateljaMore smrti preliva seNa nicijoj zemlji, Bog jedino znaU celjuste smrti mi idemo

Krizani kao na krstuSaveznicke trupe oplakuju njihov gubitakNjemacki rat propagandna masinaTakvu ranije nikada nijesmo vidjeli

Kunem se da sam cuo andjelski placMole se bogu da vise ne umiruTako da ljudi znaju istinuReci pricu o Pasandelu

Okrutnost ima ljudsko srceSvaki covjek igra svoju uloguTeror ljuki koje ubijamoLjudsko srce je jos uvjek gledno

Ja stojim na zemlji poslednji putOruzije je spremno dok ja stojim u liniNervozno cekam za pistaljku da udariZurba krvi i mi idemo preko

Krv pada kao kisaPonovo je otkriven crveni ogrtacZvuci oruzija ne mogu da sakriju njihov stidI mi tako umiremo na Pasandelu

Udaranje srapnela i bodljikava zicaTrcanje pravo u unakrsnu vatruTrcanje slijepo dok zadrzavam dahIzgovaram molitvu sinfonija smrti

Dok mi napadamo neprijateljske linijeEksplozija vatre i mi padamo doljeJa zaglusavam plac ali niko ne cujeOsjecam krv kako ide kroz moje grlo

Dom, dalekoIz rata, sansa da se zivi ponovoDom,dalekoAli rat, nema sanse da se zivi ponovo

Vidim mog duha u vjetruIznad linije, iza brdaPrijatelj i neprijatelj ce se upoznati ponovoOni koji su umrli na Pasandelu

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