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 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 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