Hear the sound of a machinegun

Hear it echo in the night

Mortals firing rains the scene

Scars the fields

that once were green

It's a stalemate at the frontline

where the soldiers rest in mud

roads and houses

all is gone

there is no glory to be won

know that many will suffer

know that many men will die

half a million lives at stake

Ask the fields of Passchendaele

And as the night falls the general calls

and the battle carries on

How long?

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 the trench with no way out

Thousands of machineguns

Kept on firing through the night

Mortars placed and wrack the scene

Guns the fields

that once were green

Still a deadlock at the frontline

Where the soldiers die 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 months of ground has been won

Half a million men are gone

And as the men crawl the general call

And the killing carry on

How long?

What's 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 the 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 the trench with no way out