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- Aces High
- Afraid To Shoot Strangers
- Alexander The Great
- Blood Brothers
- Children Of The Damned
- Dance Of Death
- Dance Of The Death
- Empire Of The Clouds
- Fear Of The Dark
- Flight Of Icarus
- Hallowed Be Thy Name
- Mother Russia
- Number Of The Beast
- Revelations
- Run To The Hills
- Sign Of The Cross
- The Number Of The Beast
- The Prophecy
- The Trooper
- Wasted Years
- 2 Am
- 2 Minutes To Midnight
- Be Quick Or Be Dead
- Brave New World
- Bring Your Daughter To The Slaughter
- Can I Play With Madness
- Caught Somewhere In Time
- Como Estais Amigos
- Doctor Doctor
- Infinite Dreams
- Iron Maiden
- Journeyman
- Judgement Of Heaven
- No More Lies
- No Prayer For The Dying
- Out Of The Shadows
- Paschendale
- Powerslave
- Prodigal Son
- Rainmaker
- Running Free
- Still Life
- Strange World
- The Clairvoyant
- The Clansman
- The Edge Of Darkness
- The Great Unknown
- The Longest Day
- The Wicker Man
- Wasting Love
- When The Wild Wind Blows
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This is an acoustic version of Pachendale that I came up with. Obviously it is not
to sound much like the classic Pachendale on Dance of Death, but I think the tune is
This is my first submission, so bear with me!
Pachendale (Iron Maiden)
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
to sound much like the classic Pachendale on Dance of Death, but I think the tune is
This is my first submission, so bear with me!
Pachendale (Iron Maiden)
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
Isaac Dunbar
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