The Price of a Mile
Sabaton · The Art Of War (Re-Armed Edition) [2010]
"Throw your soldiers into positions once there is no escape,
and they will prefer death to flight."
Hear the sound of a 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
Roads and 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 Passchendaele
And as night falls the general calls and the battle carries on and on
What is the purpose of it all
What's the price of a mile
Thousands of feet march to the beat it's an army on the march
Long way from home paying the price in young mens lives
Thousands of feet march to the beat it's an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud stuck in a trench with no way out
Thousands of machine guns
Kept on firing through the night
Mortars blazed and wrecked the scene
Guns the fields that once were green
Still a deadlock at the front line
Where the soldiers died in mud
Roads and 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 crawled the general called and the killing carry on and on
What was the purpose of it all
What's the price of a mile
Thousands of feet march to the beat it's an army on the march
Long way from home paying the price in young mens lives
Thousands of feat march to the beat it's an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud stuck in a trench with no way out
Young men are dying
They pay the price
Oh how they suffer
So tell me what's the price of a mile
That's the price of a mile
Thousands of feet march to the beat it's an army on the march
Long way from home paying the price in young mens lives
Thousands of feet march to the beat it's an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud stuck in a trench with no way out [X5]
and they will prefer death to flight."
Hear the sound of a 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
Roads and 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 Passchendaele
And as night falls the general calls and the battle carries on and on
What is the purpose of it all
What's the price of a mile
Thousands of feet march to the beat it's an army on the march
Long way from home paying the price in young mens lives
Thousands of feet march to the beat it's an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud stuck in a trench with no way out
Thousands of machine guns
Kept on firing through the night
Mortars blazed and wrecked the scene
Guns the fields that once were green
Still a deadlock at the front line
Where the soldiers died in mud
Roads and 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 crawled the general called and the killing carry on and on
What was the purpose of it all
What's the price of a mile
Thousands of feet march to the beat it's an army on the march
Long way from home paying the price in young mens lives
Thousands of feat march to the beat it's an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud stuck in a trench with no way out
Young men are dying
They pay the price
Oh how they suffer
So tell me what's the price of a mile
That's the price of a mile
Thousands of feet march to the beat it's an army on the march
Long way from home paying the price in young mens lives
Thousands of feet march to the beat it's an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud stuck in a trench with no way out [X5]