The price of a mile - Sabaton

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 men 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 men's 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 blazed and wrecked the scene
Guns in 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 miles of ground has been won
Half a million men are gone
And as the men crawled the general called
And the killing carried 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 men's 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 men's 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

Slyšíš zvuk samopalů
Jak se ozývá do noci
Palba z minometů prší na krajinu
A jizví pole, která se zelenala

Na frontě je slepá ulička
Tam, kde vojáci odpočívají v blátě
Cesty i domy jsou pryč
Už nelze získat žádnou slávu

Víš, že bude mnoho mužů trpět
Víš, že mnoho z nich zemře
Půl milionu životů v sázce
Na polích Passchendaele

A jak padá noc, generál volá
A bitva pokrauje dál a dál
Jaký je smysl toho všeho?
Jaká je cena za míli?

Tisíce nohou pochodují do rytmu
Je to pochodující armáda
Daleko od domova
Platí cenu v životech mladých mužů

Tisíce nohou pochodují do rytmu
Je to zoufalá armáda
Po kolena v bahně
Uvízlá v zákopech, ze kterých není úniku

Tisíce samopalů
Neustále pálilo, celou noc
Minomety se blýskaly střelbou a zdevastovaly krajinu
Pryč jsou ta pole, co bývala zelená

Fronta je pořád mrtvým bodem
Kde umírají vojáci v bahně
Silnice a domy jsou dávno pryč
A už nelze získat vůbec žádnou slávu

Víš, že mnoho z nich trpělo
Víš, že mnoho z nich zemřelo
Vybojovalo se šest mil země
A půl milionu mužů už není

Jak se muži plížili, generál zavolal
A zabíjení pokračovalo pořád dál a dál
Jaký byl smysl toho všeho?
Jaká je cena za míli?

Mladí muži umírají
Oni zaplatí cenu
Ach, jak trpí
Tak mi řekni, co je cena míle

To je cena za míly