adrian smith-guitar intro-tony- ^E, ^E, ^B, ^E, ^E, ^G, ^E, ^E, ^A, ^E, ^E, ^B, ^E, ^E, ^B--- ^E, ^E, ^G, ^E, ^E, ^B, ^E, ^E, ^A, ^E, ^E, ^A, ^E, ^B BASS-^C, ^C, ^B, ^B, ^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 UVODNE AKORDY-^C, ^C, ^Bm, ^Bm, ^A, ^A, ^G, ^G, ^G, ^F#, ^G, ^A, ^A, ^G, ^G, ^F#, ^F#, ^Em.--- ^C, ^C, ^Bm, ^Bm, ^Am, ^Am, ^G, ^G, ^G, ^F#, ^G, ^A, ^A, ^B, ^B, ^D, ^D, ^Em--- 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- ^D-Ly-^Em-ing,^Em,in-^Em,the-^Em, ^D-blood, ^Em-filled, ^Em-trench ^Em-ki-^Em-lling-^Em-time,^C-till,^C-my,^D-very,^D-own death ^Em-feel,-^Em-on-^Em-my-^Em- ^Em-face- ^D-the- ^D-fa- ^Em-lling rain ^G-ne-^G-ver-^G-see-^C-my-^C-friends-^D-again. ^D-in-^Em-the-^Em-smoke-in-^Em- ^D-the- ^D-mud- ^Em-and lead ^Bm-smell-^C-the-^C-fear,^C-and-^Bm-the,^Bm-fee-^C-ling dread ^D-soon-be-^Em- ^Em-time- ^D-to- ^D-go- ^D-o- ^Em-ver- ^Em-the wall ^G-ra-^G-pid-^G-fire-^C-and-^C-the-^C-end-^D-of us all---^Em, ^C, ^B, ^Em, ^B, ^C, ^Em, ^C, ^B, ^Em, ^B, ^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. MEDZIHRA+GITAROVE SOLA. CHORUS:E-blood-F#-is-G-fa-F#-lling-E-like-D-the-F#-ra-A-in-D E-crim-F#-son-G-cloak-F#-un-E-veils-D-a-H-gain. 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.

Iron Maiden - Paschendale