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There's a darkening sky before me. There's no time to prepare
Salvage the last horizon, but no regrets from me Maybe I'll be back some other day to live again, just who can say In what shape or form that I might be, just another chance for me A hurried time no disgrace, instead of racing to conclusion And wishing all my life away. No-one can stop me now. Time is up it couldn't last, but there's more things I'd like to do I'm coming back to try again. Someday maybe I'll wait till then No more lies, no more lies No more lies, no more lies No more lies, no more lies No more lies, no more lies They're all sitting at my table, talking tall and drinking wine They're time is up just like me, but they just don't know it yet So just a word of warning, when you're in your deepest dreams There's nothing you can hide from. I've got my eye on you The clock is fast the hour is near. Eventful past is everclear My life is set the time is here. I think I'm coming home No more lies, no more lies No more lies, no more lies No more lies, no more lies No more lies, no more lies A hurried time no disgrace, instead of racing to conclusion And wishing all your life away, no one can stop me now Time is up it couldn't last, but there's more things I have to do I'm coming back to try again. Don't tell me that this is the end No more lies, no more lies No more lies, no more lies No more lies, no more lies No more lies, no more lies No more lies, no more lies |
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In a foreign field he lay, 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 Laying low in a blood filled trench, killing time 'til my very own death On my face I can feel the falling rain, never see my friends again In the smoke in the mud and lead, smell the fear and the feeling of dread Soon be time to go over the wall, rapid fire and the end of us all Whistles, shouts and more gun fire, lifeless bodies hang on barbed wire Battlefield nothing but a bloody tomb, be reunited with my dead friends soon Many soldiers eighteen years, drown in mud 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, but the war, no chance to live again The bodies of ours and our foes, the sea of death it overflows In no man's land God only knows, into jaws of death we go 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 will die So that people know the truth, tell the tale of Paschendale Cruelty has a human heart, everyman does play his part Terror of the men we kill, 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 Blood is falling like the rain, its crimson cloak unveils again 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 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 |
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From the red sky of the east, to the sunset in the west
We have cheated death and he has cheated us But that was just a dream, and this is what it means We are sleeping and we'll dream for evermore And the fragment remains, of our memories And the shadows we made, with our hands Deeper grey, came to mourn, all the colours of the dawn Will this journeyman's day be his last I know what I want, And I say what I want And no one can take it away, I know what I want And I say what I want, And no one can take it away But the memory still remains, all the past years not so strange Our winter times are like a silent shroud And the heartbeat of the day drives the mist away And winter's not the only dream around In your life you may choose desolation And the shadows you build with your hands If you turn to the light, that is burning in the night Then your journeyman's day has begun I know what I want, And I say what I want And no one can take it away, I know what I want And I say what I want, And no one can take it away In your life you may choose desolation And the shadows you build with your hands If you turn to the light, that is burning in the night Then your journeyman's day has begun I know what I want, And I say what I want And no one can take it away, I know what I want And I say what I want, And no one can take it away |
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