Dance of death tour dvd

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its seems Maiden will be releasing a new dvd from the tour. But when?
And what was Paschendale like live?
 
dunno when it will be released,but paschendale live was so fucking great with all those mannequin soldiers and bruce singin with his militar coat n helmet
you missed a really cool tour dude
 
It will be great to see the pashendale live again. Especialy the intro with the sound distant cannons the lights and the bit of war poetry at the begining.

Also it will be great to see dance of death as well. That performance was good as well. The nice colours.
 
[!--QuoteBegin-No More Tears+Apr 24 2004, 06:42 AM--][div class=\'quotetop\']QUOTE(No More Tears @ Apr 24 2004, 06:42 AM)[/div][div class=\'quotemain\'][!--QuoteEBegin--] its seems Maiden will be releasing a new dvd from the tour. But when?
And what was Paschendale like live? [/quote]
The beginning of "Paschendale"(live) reminds me on Metallica's "One"....

Abou the same intro...
But there was that speech of Bruce at the beginning....
 
[!--QuoteBegin-Maidenaustria+May 6 2004, 01:54 PM--][div class=\'quotetop\']QUOTE(Maidenaustria @ May 6 2004, 01:54 PM)[/div][div class=\'quotemain\'][!--QuoteEBegin--] Abou the same intro...
But there was that speech of Bruce at the beginning.... [/quote]
this one: ?

what passing bells for these who dies as cattle, only the monsterous anger of the guns, only the stuttering rifle's rapid rattle, no mockerys for them from prayers or bells, nor any voice of mourning, save the choirs. The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells.
 
thats "the anthem for doomed youth by wilfred owens."
the full thing is:

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries for them; no prayers nor bells,
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, -
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.

What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
 
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