The Price of a Mile Sabaton

[Female Voice]
Throw your soldiers into positions
Once there is no escape
And they will prefer death to flight

[Sabaton]
Hear the sound of the machine gun
Hear it echo in the night
Mortars firing, rains the scene
Scars the fields that once were green
It's a stalemate at the front line
Where the soldiers rest in mud
Roads and houses, all is gone
There's no glory to be won

Know that many men will suffer
Know that many men will die
Half a million lives at stake
Ask the fields of Passchendaele
And as night falls the general calls
And the battle carries on and on
What is the purpose of it all?
What's the price of a mile?

[Chorus]
Thousands of feet march to the beat
It's an army on the march
Long way from home
Paying the price in young men's lives
Thousands of feet march to the beat
It's an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud
Stuck in the trench with no way out