Paschendale Iron Maiden
This is an acoustic version of Pachendale that I came up with. Obviously it is not
to sound much like the classic Pachendale on Dance of Death, but I think the tune is
This is my first submission, so bear with me!
Pachendale (Iron Maiden)
Intro (2x): Em Bm D C Am Em D C
[Em]In a [Bm]foreign f[D]ield he [C]lay
[Am]lonely[Em] soldier u[D]nknown [C]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
[Em]Laying low in a [Bm]blood filled trench
[D]killing time 'til my [C]very own death
[Em]on my face I can feel the [Bm]falling rain
[C]never see my friends [D]again
in the smoke in the mud and lead
the smell of fear and the feeling of dread
soon be time to go over the wall
rapid fire and the end of us all
[Em]Whistles, [Bm]shouts and [D]more gun-fire[C]
[Am]lifeless [Em]bodies hang on [D]barbed [C]wire
battlefield nothing but a bloody tomb
be reunited with my dead friends soon
many soldiers eighteen years
drowned in mud, no more tears
surely a war no one can win
killing time about to begin
[Em]Home, far [Bm]away. From the [C]war, a [Am]chance to [C]live ag[G]ain
Home, far away. But the war, no chance to live again
[Am]The bodies of [D]ours and our [C]foes
[Am]the sea of [D]death it [C]overflows
[Am]in no-man's [D]land God only [C]knows
[Am]into jaws of [D]death we [Em]go...
[Em]Crucifi[Bm]ed as if [D]on a cr[C]oss
[Am]allied [Em]troops, they [D]mourn their [C]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
[Em]Cruelty has a [Bm]human heart
[D]every man does play his [C]part
[Em]tell them of the [Bm]men we kill
[D]the human heart is [C]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...
[Am]Blood is [C]falling like the [D]rain
[Am]its crimson cloak u[D]nveils [C]again
[Am]the sound of [C]guns can't hide their [D]shame
[Am]and so we [D]die in [C]Paschendale
Dodging shrapnel and barbed wire
running straight at canon 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 I 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
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