[Instrumental Intro]
[Intro]
In a foreign field, he lay
Lonely soldier, unknown grave
On his dying words, he prays
Tell the world of Passchendaele
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
[Verse 1]
Laying low in a blood-filled trench
Killing time till 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 the end of us all
[Verse 2]
Whistles, shouts, and more gunfire
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
[Intro]
In a foreign field, he lay
Lonely soldier, unknown grave
On his dying words, he prays
Tell the world of Passchendaele
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
[Verse 1]
Laying low in a blood-filled trench
Killing time till 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 the end of us all
[Verse 2]
Whistles, shouts, and more gunfire
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
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