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yeah we're bringing metal to the class! no of course we're not performing it..it's just a song that we've chosen for this class. it's entitled Paschendale performed by the awesome metal band Iron Maiden.

maybe not all of you  don't like to listen to heavy metal song but we have our own reason why we chose this song. the reason is obvious if you listen carefully to the lyrics. there's no hidden meaning in the lyrics, it's just the pain and agony suffered by the soldiers in the battle of Paschendale. though this is a metal song, it still have  morals and values in it. and this song thought us the suffering that soldiers have to go through in war. sometimes it's not their choice to go to a war but they are forced to and not all of them enjoyed killing each other in the battlefields.

our choice of song is maybe too heavy for most of us but here's the lyrics, so that you can see for yourself why we chose this song.

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 fallin' rain

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

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

drowned 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 may die

so that people know the truth

tell the tale of Paschendale

Cruelty has a human heart

every man 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 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