The Battle for Paschendale

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

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...

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

In a foreign field he lay
Lonely soldier unknown grave
On his dying words he prays
Tell the world of Paschendale

- Iron Maiden