{"source":"Free Chord Book","source_url":"https://www.free-chords.com","license_note":"Free for personal use. Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":910772,"song":"Paschendale","artist":"Iron Maiden","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/910772-paschendale-chords-by-iron-maiden/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/910772?type=chord","rating":3.88298,"votes":6,"content":"This is an acoustic version of Pachendale that I came up with.  Obviously it is not \r\nto sound much like the classic Pachendale on Dance of Death, but I think the tune is \r\n This is my first submission, so bear with me!\r\n\r\nPachendale (Iron Maiden)\r\n\r\nIntro (2x):  [ch]Em[/ch] [ch]Bm[/ch] [ch]D[/ch] [ch]C[/ch] [ch]Am[/ch] [ch]Em[/ch] [ch]D[/ch] [ch]C[/ch]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]Em[/ch]   [ch]Bm[/ch]       [ch]D[/ch]       [ch]C[/ch]\r\nIn a foreign field he lay[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]    [ch]Em[/ch]        [ch]D[/ch]      [ch]C[/ch]\r\nlonely soldier unknown grave[/tab]\r\non his dying words he prays\r\ntell the world of Paschendale\r\n\r\nRelive all that he's been through\r\nlast communion of his soul\r\nrust your bullets with his tears\r\nlet me tell you 'bout his years\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]Em[/ch]              [ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nLaying low in a blood filled trench[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                    [ch]C[/ch]\r\nkilling time 'til my very own death[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Em[/ch]                        [ch]Bm[/ch]\r\non my face I can feel the falling rain[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch]                    [ch]D[/ch]\r\nnever see my friends again[/tab]\r\nin the smoke in the mud and lead\r\nthe smell of fear and the feeling of dread\r\nsoon be time to go over the wall\r\nrapid fire and the end of us all\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]Em[/ch]        [ch]Bm[/ch]         [ch]D[/ch]            [ch]C[/ch]\r\nWhistles, shouts and more gun-fire[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]       [ch]Em[/ch]             [ch]D[/ch]      [ch]C[/ch]\r\nlifeless bodies hang on barbed wire[/tab]\r\nbattlefield nothing but a bloody tomb\r\nbe reunited with my dead friends soon\r\nmany soldiers eighteen years\r\ndrowned in mud, no more tears\r\nsurely a war no one can win\r\nkilling time about to begin\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]Em[/ch]        [ch]Bm[/ch]             [ch]C[/ch]      [ch]Am[/ch]        [ch]C[/ch]      [ch]G[/ch]\r\nHome, far away. From the war, a chance to live again[/tab]\r\nHome, far away. But the war, no chance to live again\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]            [ch]D[/ch]            [ch]C[/ch]\r\nThe bodies of ours and our foes[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]         [ch]D[/ch]        [ch]C[/ch]\r\nthe sea of death it overflows[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]          [ch]D[/ch]             [ch]C[/ch]\r\nin no-man's land God only knows[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]           [ch]D[/ch]        [ch]Em[/ch]\r\ninto jaws of death we go...[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]Em[/ch]     [ch]Bm[/ch]       [ch]D[/ch]      [ch]C[/ch]\r\nCrucified as if on a cross[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]     [ch]Em[/ch]           [ch]D[/ch]           [ch]C[/ch]\r\nallied troops, they mourn their loss[/tab]\r\nGerman war propaganda machine\r\nsuch before has never been seen\r\nswear I heard the angels cry\r\npray to God no more may die\r\nso that people know the truth\r\ntell the tale of Paschendale\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]Em[/ch]            [ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nCruelty has a human heart[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                       [ch]C[/ch]\r\nevery man does play his part[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Em[/ch]               [ch]Bm[/ch]\r\ntell them of the men we kill[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                  [ch]C[/ch]\r\nthe human heart is hungry still[/tab]\r\n\r\nI stand my ground for the very last time\r\ngun is ready as I stand in line\r\nnervous wait for the whistle to blow\r\nrush of blood and over we go...\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]       [ch]C[/ch]                [ch]D[/ch]\r\nBlood is falling like the rain[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]                 [ch]D[/ch]      [ch]C[/ch]\r\nits crimson cloak unveils again[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]           [ch]C[/ch]                     [ch]D[/ch]\r\nthe sound of guns can't hide their shame[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]        [ch]D[/ch]      [ch]C[/ch]\r\nand so we die in Paschendale[/tab]\r\n\r\nDodging shrapnel and barbed wire\r\nrunning straight at canon fire\r\nrunning blind as I hold my breath\r\nsay a prayer symphony of death\r\nas we charge the enemy lines\r\na burst of fire and we go down\r\nI choke I cry but no one hears\r\nfeel the blood go down my throat\r\n\r\nHome, far away. From the war, a chance to live again\r\nHome, far away. But the war, no chance to live again\r\nHome, far away. From the war, a chance to live again\r\nHome, far away. But the war, no chance to live again\r\n\r\nSee my spirit on the wind\r\nacross the lines beyond the hill\r\nfriend and foe will meet again\r\nthose who died at Paschendale","plain_text":"This is an acoustic version of Pachendale that I came up with.  Obviously it is not \nto sound much like the classic Pachendale on Dance of Death, but I think the tune is \n This is my first submission, so bear with me!\n\nPachendale (Iron Maiden)\n\nIntro (2x):  Em Bm D C Am Em D C\n\n\n\non his dying words he prays\ntell the world of Paschendale\n\nRelive all that he's been through\nlast communion of his soul\nrust your bullets with his tears\nlet me tell you 'bout his years\n\n\n\n\n\nin the smoke in the mud and lead\nthe smell of fear and the feeling of dread\nsoon be time to go over the wall\nrapid fire and the end of us all\n\n\n\nbattlefield nothing but a bloody tomb\nbe reunited with my dead friends soon\nmany soldiers eighteen years\ndrowned in mud, no more tears\nsurely a war no one can win\nkilling time about to begin\n\n\nHome, far away. But the war, no chance to live again\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nGerman war propaganda machine\nsuch before has never been seen\nswear I heard the angels cry\npray to God no more may die\nso that people know the truth\ntell the tale of Paschendale\n\n\n\n\n\n\nI stand my ground for the very last time\ngun is ready as I stand in line\nnervous wait for the whistle to blow\nrush of blood and over we go...\n\n\n\n\n\n\nDodging shrapnel and barbed wire\nrunning straight at canon fire\nrunning blind as I hold my breath\nsay a prayer symphony of death\nas we charge the enemy lines\na burst of fire and we go down\nI choke I cry but no one hears\nfeel the blood go down my throat\n\nHome, far away. From the war, a chance to live again\nHome, far away. But the war, no chance to live again\nHome, far away. From the war, a chance to live again\nHome, far away. But the war, no chance to live again\n\nSee my spirit on the wind\nacross the lines beyond the hill\nfriend and foe will meet again\nthose who died at Paschendale","chords":["Em","Bm","D","C","Am","G"],"chord_diagrams":{"Am":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,2,3,1,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,2,1,0]},"Bm":{"barres":[2],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,1,3,4,2,1],"frets":[-1,2,4,4,3,2]},"C":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,3,2,0,1,0],"frets":[0,3,2,0,1,0]},"D":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,0,1,3,2],"frets":[-1,-1,0,2,3,2]},"Em":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,2,3,0,0,0],"frets":[0,2,2,0,0,0]},"G":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[2,1,0,0,0,3],"frets":[3,2,0,0,0,3]}}}