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 and 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 and 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