adrian smith-guitar intro-tony- E,E,H,E,E,G,E,E,A,E,E,H,E,E,H---E,E,G,E,E,H,E,E,A,E,E,A,E,H
BASS-C,C,H,H,A,A,G,A,A,G,G,F#,F#,E+TEXT- In the foreign field he lay, lonely soldier in unknown grave,on his dying words is prays, tell the world of Paschendale
BASS+TEXT-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
ZNOVA UVODNE AKORDY-
G-ra-G-pid-G-fire-C-and-C-the-C-end-D-of us all---Emi,C,H,Emi,H,C,Emi,C,H,Emi,H,C
AKORDY+TEXT-Whistles, shouts,and more gun fire,lifeless bodies hang on barbed wire.Battlefield nothing,just a bloody tomb.Be reunited with my dead friends soon.Many soldiers eighteen years,drown in mud and no more tears.Surely a war no-one can win,killing time about to begin.
REFREN: 1: Emi-home,G-far-C-a-D-way,C-from the-D-Emi-war,Emi-a-G-chance-C-to-C-live-D-a-D-gain.Home,far away,but the war,no chance to live again.
CHORUS 2:A,A,H,H-the,C-bodies-C- of-D- ours and our-A-foes-A,H,H-C-sea of death-D-it over-A-flows,in no man's land dying,He knows,into the jaws of death we-goes.
AKORDY+TEXT: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.
CHORUS:,Emi-cru-Emi-el-Emi-ty-Emi-has-C-a-C-hu-D-man-D-heart,D-e,D-ve-D-ry-D-man-H-does-H-play-C-his-C-part.Terror of the men we kill,human heart is hungry still.I stand on my ground for the very last time,gun is ready as I stand in line.Nervous wait to the whistle to blow,rush of blood and over we go.
The sound of guns can't hide their shame,and so we die on Paschendale.
Dodging shrapnel and barbed wire,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.
REFREN:Home, far away...
See my spirit on the wind,across the lines beyond the hill.
Friends and foes will meet again,those who died at Paschendale.