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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
EmIn a Bmforeign fDield he Clay AmlonelyEm soldier uDnknown Cgrave 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
EmLaying low in a Bmblood filled trench Dkilling time 'til my Cvery own death Emon my face I can feel the Bmfalling rain Cnever see my friends Dagain 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
EmWhistles, Bmshouts and Dmore gun-fireC Amlifeless Embodies hang on Dbarbed Cwire 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
EmHome, far Bmaway. From the Cwar, a Amchance to Clive agGain Home, far away. But the war, no chance to live again
AmThe bodies of Dours and our Cfoes Amthe sea of Ddeath it Coverflows Amin no-man's Dland God only Cknows Aminto jaws of Ddeath we Emgo...
EmCrucifiBmed as if Don a crCoss Amallied Emtroops, they Dmourn their Closs 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
EmCruelty has a Bmhuman heart Devery man does play his Cpart Emtell them of the Bmmen we kill Dthe human heart is Chungry 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...
AmBlood is Cfalling like the Drain Amits crimson cloak uDnveils Cagain Amthe sound of Cguns can't hide their Dshame Amand so we Ddie in CPaschendale
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