adrian smith-guitar intro-tony- E,E,H,E,E,G,E,E,A,E,E,H,E,E,H---E,E,G,E,E,H,E,E,A,E,E,A,E,H
BASS-C,C,H,H,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,Hmi,Hmi,A,A,G,G,G,F#,G,A,A,G,G,F#,F#,Emi.---
C,C,Hmi,Hmi,Ami,Ami,G,G,G,F#,G,A,A,H,H,D,D,Emi---
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-Emi-ing,Emi,in-Emi,the-Emi,D-blood,Emi-filled,Emi-trench
Emi-ki-Emi-lling-Emi-time,C-till,C-my,D-very,D-own death
Emi-feel,-Emi-on-Emi-my-Emi-Emi-face-D-the-D-fa-Emi-lling rain
G-ne-G-ver-G-see-C-my-C-friends-D-again.
D-in-Emi-the-Emi-smoke-in-Emi-D-the-D-mud-Emi-and lead
Hmi-smell-C-the-C-fear,C-and-Hmi-the,Hmi-fee-C-ling dread
D-soon-be-Emi-Emi-time-D-to-D-go-D-o-Emi-ver-Emi-the wall
G-ra-G-pid-G-fire-C-and-C-the-C-end-D-of us all---Emi,C,H,Emi,H,C,Emi,C,H,Emi,H,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.
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