Paschendale (Iron Maiden)
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Paschendale is e numer van Iengelschn Heavy Metalgroep Iron Maiden. 't Is 't achste numer van nundern CD Dance of Death va 2003. 't Goat over 'n veldslag by Passchendoale, woa dander kweet nie oevele soldoatn esneuveld zyn. 't Numer goa setoe over toekomn in de loopgroavn en ol jen ope verliezn en uutendelyk weetn daj zo goed of zeker go dôodgoan.
[bewerk'n] De groep
- Bruce Dickinson (zang)
- Steve Harris (bass)
- Adrian Smith (gitaar)
- Dave Murray (gitaar)
- Janick Gers (gitaar)
- Nicko McBrain (drum)
[bewerk'n] De tekste
(Steve Harris, Adrian Smith)
- 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
- Kill 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 the fear and the feeling of dread
- Soon be time to go over the wall
- Rapid fire and 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
- Refring:
- 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
- Every man 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 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
- Refring (x2)
- See my spirit on the wind
- Across the lines, beyond the hill
- Friend and foe will meet again
- Those who died at Paschendale
[bewerk'n] Uptreens
Up uptreens stoa hêel 't podium vul me bucht die doe peizn an Ôorloge (stekkerdroad oendermêer). Dickinson et toene oek soldoateklêers an.