Iron Maiden – Paschendale Chord

Intro (2x):  Em Bm D C Am Em D C

Em   Bm       D       C
In a foreign field he lay
Am    Em        D      C
lonely soldier unknown grave
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

Em              Bm
Laying low in a blood filled trench
D                    C
killing time 'til my very own death
Em                        Bm
on my face I can feel the falling rain
C                    D
never see my friends again
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

Em        Bm         D            C
Whistles, shouts and more gun-fire
Am       Em             D      C
lifeless bodies hang on barbed wire
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

Em        Bm             C      Am        C      G
Home, far away. From the war, a chance to live again
Home, far away. But the war, no chance to live again

Am            D            C
The bodies of ours and our foes
Am         D        C
the sea of death it overflows
Am          D             C
in no-man's land God only knows
Am           D        Em
into jaws of death we go...

Em     Bm       D      C
Crucified as if on a cross
Am     Em           D           C
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

Em            Bm
Cruelty has a human heart
D                       C
every man does play his part
Em               Bm
tell them of the men we kill
D                  C
the human heart is hungry 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...

Am       C                D
Blood is falling like the rain
Am                 D      C
its crimson cloak unveils again
Am           C                     D
the sound of guns can't hide their shame
Am        D      C
and so we die in Paschendale

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