album: The Art of War


Throw your soldiers into positions once there is no escape,
and they will prefer death to flight.

 Hear the sound of the machine gun
 Hear it echo in the night
 Mortars firing, rains the scene
 Scars the fields that once were green
 It's a stalemate at the front line
 Where the soldiers rest in mud
 Rosen houses, all is gone
 There's no glory to be won

 Know that many men will suffer
 know that many men will die
 Half a million lives at stake
 At the fields of Paschendale
 And as night falls the general calls and the battle carries on
 I long what is the purpose of it all
 What's the price of a mile

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 Thousands of machine guns
 Get on firing through the night
 Mortars placed and wreck the scene
 Guns the fields that once were green
 Still a dead-lock at the front line
 Where the soldiers die in mud
 Rosen, houses since long gone
 Still no glory has been won

 Know that many men has suffered
 Know that many men has died
 Six miles of ground has been won
 Half a million men are gone
 And as the men crawl the general call and the killing carry on
 I long what was the purpose of it all
 What's the price of a mile

 Young men are dying
 They pay the price
 Oh how they suffer
 So tell me what's the price of a mile
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 That's the price of a mile