Hear the sound of a machinegun   Hear it echo in the night   Mortars firing rains the scene   Scars the fields that once were green      It’s a stalemate at the frontline   Where the soldiers rest in mud   Roads and houses all is gone   There’s no glory to be won      Know that many men will suffer   Know that many men will die   Half a million lives at stake   At the fields of Passchendaele      And as the night falls the general calls   And the battle carries on and on   What is the purpose of it all?   What’s the price of a mile?      Thousands of feet march to the beat   It’s an army on the march   Long way from home   Paying the price in young men lives      Thousands of feet march to the beat   It’s an army in despair   Knee deep in mud   Stuck in a trench with no way out      Thousand of machineguns   Kept on firing through the night   Mortars blazed and wrecked the scene   Gone is the fields that once were green      Still a deadlock at the frontline   Where the soldiers die in mud   Roads and houses since long gone   Still no glory has been won      Know that many men has suffered   Know that many men has died   6 miles of ground has been won   Half a million men are gone      And as the men crawled the general called   And the killing carried on and on   What was the purpose of it all?   What’s the price of a mile?      There’s no price for a mile