In a foreign field he lay, Lonely soldier, unknown grave. On his dying words he prays, Tell the world of Passchendaele. We live all that he's been through, Last communion of his soul. Lost your bullets with his tears, Let me tell you about his years. Laying low in a blood filled trench, Counting times of my day or death. On my face I can feel the falling rain, Never see my friends again. In the smoke, in the mud, I rest, Smell the fear and the feeling I touch. So many times I go over the wall, Rapid fire on the end of my soul. Whistles stand for morgue and fire, Blasphemous bodies hang on barbed wire. I will build nothing but a bloody tomb, Be reunited with my dead friends soon. Many soldiers, eighty years, Dying but no more tears. Surely a war no one can win, Killing time about to begin. Home, far away from the war, A chance to live again. Home, far away from the war, No chance to live again. The bodies of hearts and of bones, The sea of death it overflows. In no man's land, God only knows, In two jars of death we go. Crucified before the cross, Allied troops they mourn at last. Seven wars are began and machine, Sons and daughters never been seen. But I heard the angels cry, Pray to God no more may die. Tonight people know the truth, Tell the tale of passion tale. GUITAR SOLO GUITAR SOLO Cruelly has a human heart And a man to splay his part Terrorize the men we kill The human heart is hungry still A step aside for the very last time Guns ready as a standing land Never drink for the whistle to blow Rocks and blood and hollow and gold GUITAR SOLO GUITAR SOLO GUITAR SOLO Blood is falling like the rain It's crimson, black and veiled again The sound of death cannot be seen And some will die and some will live GUITAR SOLO GUITAR SOLO There's a tremor and a fire Running straight to cannon fire Running blind as I hold my breath Set aflame sympathy of death And we charge the enemy lines Amongst the violent we go down Back to the ground that no one hears Feel the blood go down your throat Home, far away From nowhere, a chance to live again Home, far away But no more, no chance to live again Home, far away From nowhere, a chance to live again Home, far away But no more, no chance to live again GUITAR SOLO GUITAR SOLO See my spirit on the wind Across the lands beyond the hill Friend and foe will meet again Those who died at Passchendaele GUITAR SOLO