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(1999) |
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(Harris) |
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Won't you come into my room, I want to show you all my wares |
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I just want to see your blood, I just want to stand and stare |
| See the blood begin to flow, as it falls upon the floor |
| Iron Maiden can't be fought, Iron Maiden can't be sought |
| Oh well, wherever, wherever you are |
| Iron Maiden's gonna get you, no matter how far |
| See the blood begin to flow, watching it shed up above my head |
| Iron Maiden wants you for dead |
| All my feelings cannot be held, I'm happy in my new strange world |
| Won't you come into my room, I want to show you all my wares |
| I just want to see your blood, I just want to stand and stare |
| See the blood begin to flow, as it falls upon the floor |
| Iron Maiden can't be fought, Iron Maiden can't be sought |
| Oh well, wherever, wherever you are |
| Iron Maiden's gonna get you, no matter how far |
| See the blood begin to flow, watching it shed up above my head |
| Iron Maiden wants you for dead |
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(Harris) |
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You'll take my life but I'll take yours too |
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You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through |
| So when you're waiting for the next attack |
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You' d better stand there's no turning back |
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The Bugle sounds and the charge begins |
| But on this battlefield no one wins |
| The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath |
| As I plunge on into certain death |
| The horse he sweats with fear we break to run |
| The mighty roar of the Russian guns |
| And as we race towards the human wall |
| The screams of pain as my comrades fall |
| We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground |
| And the Russians fire another round |
| We get so near yet so far away |
| We won't live to fight another day |
| We get so close near enough to fight |
| When a Russian gets me in his sights |
| He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow |
| A burst of rounds take my horse below |
| And as I lay there gazing at the sky |
| My body's numb and my throat is dry |
| And as I lay forgotten and alone |
| Without a tear I draw my parting groan |
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(Harris) |
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I left alone my mind was black, I needed time to get the memories from my mind |
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What did I see can I believe, that what I saw that night was real and not just fantasy |
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Just what I saw in my old dreams, were they reflections of my warped mind staring back at me |
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Cos in my dreams it's always there, the evil face that twists my mind and brings me to despair |
| The night was black was no use holding back, cos I just had to see was someone watching me |
| In the mist dark figures move and twist, was this all for real or some kind of hell |
| 666 the number of the beast |
| Hell and fire was spawned to be released |
| Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised, as they start to cry hands held to the sky |
| In the night the fires burning bright, the ritual has begun Satan's work is done |
| 666 the number of the beast |
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Sacrifice is going on tonight |
| This can't go on I must inform the law, can this still be real or some crazy dream |
| But I feel drawn towards the evil chanting hordes, they seem to mesmerise me...can't avoid their eyes |
| 666 the number of the beast |
| 666 the one for you and me |
| I'm coming back I will return, and I'll possess your body and I'll make you burn |
| I have the fire I have the force, I have the power to make my evil takes its course |
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(Harris) |
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I was born into a scene of angriness and greed of dominance and persecution |
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My mother was a queen my dad I've never seen I was never meant to be |
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Now I spend my time looking all around, for a man that's nowhere to be found |
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Until I find him I've never gonna stop searching |
| I'm going to find my man, gonna travel round |
| Cos I'm a wrathchild |
| Yeah I'm a wrathchild |
| Well I'm a wrathchild |
| I'm coming to get you |
| Ooh yeah yeah |
| Some say it shouldn't matter ain't nothing gonna alter the course of my destination |
| But I know I've gotta find some serious piece of mind or I know I'll just go crazy |
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Now I spend my time looking all around, for a man that's nowhere to be found |
| Until I find him I've never gonna stop searching |
| I'm going to find my man, gonna travel round |
| Cos I'm a wrathchild |
| Yeah I'm a wrathchild |
| Well I'm a wrathchild |
| I'm coming to get you |
| Ooh yeah yeah |
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(Harris/Bayley) |
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I'm running out of my time, I'm running out of breath |
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And now it's getting so I can't sleep at night, in the day, feel like death |
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I'm getting in far too deep, I feel them closing in |
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I've got to say that I'm scared, I know they'll win, even so, I'm prepared |
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Do you believe what you hear |
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Can you believe what you see |
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Do you believe what you feel |
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Can you believe |
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What is real? Futureal |
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What is real? |
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Whenever anyone seems to treat me like a freak |
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It makes me see I'm the only one who feels, that I know what is real |
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Sometimes it feels like a game of deadly hide and seek |
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And when you're reading this then I will be gone, maybe then you will see |
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Do you believe what you hear |
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Can you believe what you see |
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Do you believe what you feel |
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Can you believe |
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What is real? Futureal |
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What is real? Futureal |
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Do you believe what you hear |
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Can you believe what you see |
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Do you believe what you feel |
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Can you believe |
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What is real? Futureal |
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What is real? Futureal |
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What is real? Futureal |
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What is real? Futureal |
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(Harris) |
| I am a man who walks alone, and when I'm walking a dark road |
| At night, or strolling through the park |
| When the light begins to change, I sometimes feel a little strange |
| A little anxious when it's dark |
| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark |
| I have a constant fear that something's always near |
| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark |
| I have a phobia that someone's always there |
| Have you run your fingers down the wall, and have you felt your neck skin crawl |
| When you're searching for the light |
| Sometimes when you're scared to take a look, at the corner of the room |
| You've sensed that something's watching you |
| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark |
| I have a constant fear that something's always near |
| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark |
| I have a phobia that someone's always there |
| Have you ever been alone at night, thought you heard footsteps behind |
| And turned around and no-one's there |
| And as you quicken up your pace, you find it hard to look again |
| Because you're sure there's someone there |
| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark |
| I have a constant fear that something's always near |
| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark |
| I have a phobia that someone's always there |
| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark |
| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark |
| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark |
| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark |
| Watching horror films the night before, debating witches and folklore |
| The unknown troubles on your mind |
| Maybe your mind is playing tricks, you sense and suddenly eyes fix |
| On dancing shadows from behind |
| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark |
| I have a constant fear that something's always near |
| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark |
| I have a phobia that someone's always there |
| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark |
| I have a constant fear that something's always near |
| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark |
| I have a phobia that someone's always there |
| When I'm walking a dark road |
| I am a man who walks alone |
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(Dickinson/Gers) |
| Covered in sinners and dripping with guilt |
| Making your money from slime and from filth |
| Parading your bellies in ivory towers |
| Investing our lives in your schemes and your powers |
| You got to watch them - be quick or be dead |
| Snake eyes in heaven - the thief in your head |
| You've got to watch them - be quick or be dead |
| Snake eyes in heaven - the thief in your head |
| Be quick |
| Or be dead |
| Be quick |
| Or be dead |
| See...what's ruling all our lives |
| See...who's pulling the strings |
| See...what's ruling all our lives |
| See...who pulls the strings |
| I bet you won't fall flat on your face |
| Your belly will hold you in place |
| The serpent is crawling inside of your ear |
| He says you must vote for what you want to hear |
| Don't matter what's wrong as long you're alright |
| Pull yourself stupid and rob yourself blind |
| You got to watch them - be quick or be dead |
| Snake eyes in heaven - the thief in your head |
| You've got to watch them - be quick or be dead |
| Snake eyes in heaven - the thief in your head |
| Be quick |
| Or be dead |
| Be quick |
| Or be dead |
| You got to watch them - be quick or be dead |
| Snake eyes in heaven - the thief in your head |
| You've got to watch them - be quick or be dead |
| Snake eyes in heaven - the thief in your head |
| Be quick |
| Or be dead |
| Be quick |
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(Smith/Dickinson) |
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Kill for gain or shoot to maim, but we don't need a reason |
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The Golden Goose is on the loose, and never out of season |
| Blackened pride still burns inside, this shell of bloody treason |
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Here's my gun for a barrel of fun, for the love of living death |
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The killer's on the loose or the Demon's seed, the glamour, the fortune, the pain |
| Go to war again blood is freedom's stain, don't you pray fro my soul anymore |
| 2 minutes to midnight |
| The hands that threaten doom |
| 2 minutes to midnight |
| To kill the unborn in the womb |
| The blind men shout let the creatures out, we'll show the unbelievers |
| the Napalm screams of human flames, of a prime time Belsen feast...YEAH |
| As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy |
| We oil the jaws of the war machine, and fee it with our babies |
| 2 minutes to midnight |
| The hands that threaten doom |
| 2 minutes to midnight |
| To kill the unborn in the womb |
| The body bags and little rags of children torn in two |
| And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you |
| As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song |
| To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun |
| 2 minutes to midnight |
| The hands that threaten doom |
| 2 minutes to midnight |
| To kill the unborn in the womb |
| Midnight...all night... |
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(Bayley/Gers) |
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| The freeway is jammed and it's backed up for miles |
| The car is an oven and baking is wild |
| Nothing is ever the way it should be |
| What we deserve we just don't get you see |
| IM |
| A briefcase a lunch and a man on the edge |
| Each step gets closer to losing his head |
| Is someone in heaven are they looking down |
| Nothing is fair just you look around |
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| Falling down, falling down, falling down |
| Falling down, falling down, falling down |
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| He's sick of waiting of lying like this |
| There's a hole in the sky for the angels to kiss |
| Branded a leper because you don't fit |
| In the land of the free you just live by your wits |
| IM |
| Once he built missiles a nation's defence |
| Now he can't even get birthday presents |
| Across the city he leaves in his wake |
| A glimpse of the future a cannibal state |
| IM |
| Falling down, falling down, falling down |
| Falling down, falling down, falling down |
| IM |
| The freeway is jammed and it's backed up for miles |
| The car is an oven and baking is wild |
| Nothing is ever the way it should be |
| What we deserve we just don't get you see |
| IM |
| A briefcase a lunch and a man on the edge |
| Each step gets closer to losing his head |
| Is someone in heaven are they looking down |
| Nothing is fair just you look around |
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| Falling down, falling down, falling down |
| Falling down, falling down, falling down |
| Falling down, falling down, falling down |
| Falling down, falling down, falling down |
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(Harris) |
| There goes the siren that warns of the air raid, then comes the sound of the guns sending flak |
| Out for the scramble we've got to get airborne, got to get up for the coming attack |
| Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines, remove all the wheel blocks there's no time to waste |
| Gathering speed as we head down the runway, gotta airborne before it's too late |
| Running, scrambling, flying |
| Rolling, turning, diving, going in again |
| Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die |
| Won't you run, live to fly, fly to live, aces high |
| Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers, let off a sharp burst and then turn away |
| Roll over spin round to come in behind them, move to their blindsides and firing again |
| Bandits at 8 o'clock move in behind us, ten ME-109's out of the sun |
| Ascending and turning our spitfires to face them, heading straight for them I press down my guns |
| Rolling, turning, diving |
| Rolling, turning, diving, going in again |
| Rolling, turning, diving |
| Rolling, turning, diving |
| Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die |
| Won't you run, live to fly, fly to live, aces high |
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(Smith/Dickinson/Harris) |
| Love is a razor and I walked the line on that silver blade |
| Slept in the dust with his daughter, her eyes red with the slaughter of innocence |
| But I will pray for her, I will call her name out loud |
| I would bleed for her, if I could see her now |
| Living on a razors edge |
| Balancing on a ledge |
| Living on a razors edge |
| Oh - balancing on a ledge |
| Oh - balancing on a ledge |
| Living on a razors edge |
| Balancing on a ledge |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do live on and on |
| Circle of fire my baptism of joy at an end it seems |
| The seventh lamb slain the book of life opens before me |
| And I will pray for you, some day I may return |
| I would die for you, beyond is where I learn |
| Living on a razors edge |
| Balancing on a ledge |
| Living on a razors edge |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| Living on a razors edge |
| Balancing on a ledge |
| Living on a razors edge |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil, the evil, the evil that men do |
| The evil, the evil, the evil that men do |
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(Smith) |
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From the coast of gold across the seven seas |
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I'm travellin' on far and wide |
| But now it all seems I'm just a stranger to myself |
| And all the things I sometimes do it isn't me but someone else |
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I close my eyes and think of home |
| Another city goes by in the night |
| Ain't it funny how it is, You never miss it 'til it's gone away |
| And my heart is lying there and will be 'til my dying day |
| So understand |
| Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years |
| Face up make your stand and realise you're living in the golden years |
| Too much time on my hands, I got you on my mind |
| Can't ease this pain so easily |
| When you can't find the words to say it's hard to make it through another day |
| And it just makes me wanna cry and throw my hands up to the sky |
| So understand |
| Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years |
| Face up make your stand and realise you're living in the golden years |
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(Dickinson) |
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Into the Abyss I'll fall - the eye of Horus |
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Into the eyes of the night - watching me go |
| Green is the cat's eye that glows - in the Temple |
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Enter the risen Osiris - risen again |
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Tell me why I had to be a Powerslave |
| I don't wanna die, I'm a God why can't I live on |
| When the Life Giver dies, all around is laid waste |
| And in my last hour, I'm a slave to the Power of Death |
| When I was living this lie - Fear was my game |
| People would worship and fall - drop to their knees |
| So bring me the blood and red wine - for the one to succeed me |
| For he is a man and a God - and He will die too |
| Tell me why I had to be a Powerslave |
| I don't wanna die, I'm a God why can't I live on |
| When the Life Giver dies, all around is laid waste |
| And in my last hour, I'm a slave to the Power of Death |
| Now I am cold but a ghost lives in my veins |
| Silent the terror that reigned - marbled in stone |
| A shell of a man God preserved - a thousand ages |
| But opens the gates of my Hell - I'll strike from my grave |
| Tell me why I had to be a Powerslave |
| I don't wanna die, I'm a God why can't I live on |
| When the Life Giver dies, all around is laid waste |
| And in my last hour, I'm a slave to the Power of Death |
| Slave to the Power of Death |
| Slave to the Power of Death |
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(Harris) |
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I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime |
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Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time |
| Cos at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows Pole |
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The sands of time for me are running low |
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When the priest comes to read me the last rites |
| I take a look through the bars at the last sights |
| Of a world that has gone very wrong for me |
| Can it be there's been some sort of error |
| Hard to stop the surmounting terror |
| Is it really the end not some crazy dream |
| Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming |
| It's not so easy to stop from screaming |
| But words escape me when I try to speak |
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Tears they flow but why am I crying |
| After all I'm not afraid of dying |
| Don't I believe that there never is an end |
| As the guards march me out to the courtyard |
| Someone calls from a cell "God be with you" |
| If there's a God then why has he let me die? |
| As I walk all my life drifts before me |
| And though the end is near I'm not sorry |
| Catch my soul cos it's willing to fly away |
| Mark my words please believe my soul lives on |
| Please don't worry now that I have gone |
| I've gone beyond to see the truth |
| When you know that your time is close at hand |
| Maybe then you'll begin to understand |
| Life down there is just a strange illusion |
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(Harris) |
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White man came across the sea, brought us pain and misery |
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Killed our tribes killed our creed, took our game for his own need |
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We fought him hard we fought him well, out on the plains we gave him hell |
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But many came too much for Cree, oh will we ever be set free? |
| Riding through dustclouds and barren wastes, galloping hard on the plains |
| Chasing the redskins back to their holes, fighting them at their own game |
| Murder for freedom the stab in the back, women and children and cowards attack |
| Run to the hills, run for your lives |
| Run to the hills, run for your lives |
| Soldier blue in the barren wastes, hunting and killing their game |
| Raping the women and wasting the men, the only good Indians are tame |
| Selling them whiskey and taking their gold, enslaving the young and destroying the old |
| Run to the hills, run for your lives |
| Run to the hills, run for your lives |
| Run to the hills, run for your lives |
| Run to the hills, run for your lives |
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(Harris) |
| Feel the sweat break on my brow |
| Is it me or is it shadows that are dancing on the walls |
| Is this a dream or is it mow |
| Is this a vision or normality I see before my eyes |
| I wonder why I wonder how |
| That it seems the powers getting stronger every day |
| I feel a strength an inner fire |
| But I'm scared I won't be able to control it anymore |
| There's a time to live and a time to die |
| When it's time to meet the maker |
| There's a time to live but isn't strange |
| That as soon as you're born you're dying |
| There's a time to live and there's a time to die |
| When it's time to meet the maker |
| There's a time to live but isn't it strange |
| That as soon as you're born you're dying |
| Just by looking through your eyes |
| He could see the future penetrating right in through your mind |
| See the truth and see your lies |
| But for all his power couldn't foresee his own demise |
| There's a time to live and a time to die |
| When it's time to meet the maker |
| There's a time to live but isn't it strange |
| That as soon as you're born you're dying |
| There's a time to live and a time to die |
| When it's time to meet the maker |
| There's a time to live but isn't it strange |
| That as soon as you're born you're dying... |
| ...and reborn again |
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(Harris) |
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I've been looking so long for you now, you won't get away from my grasp |
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You've been living so long in hiding, hiding behind that false mask |
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You know and I know that you ain't got that long to last |
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Your looks and your feelings are just the remains of your past |
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Standing in the wings there, you wait for the curtain to fall |
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Knowing the terror and holding you have on us all |
| I know that you're going to scratch me and maim me and maul |
| You know I'm helpless from your mesmerising cat call |
| Keep your distance walk away don't take his bait, don't you stray don't fade away |
| Watch your step he's out to get you come what may, Don't you stray from the narrow way |
| I'm running and hiding, in my dreams you're always there |
| You're the Phantom of the Opera, you're the devil you're just out to scare |
| You damaged my mind and my soul, it just floats through the air |
| You haunt me you taunt me, you torture me back at your lair |
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(Harris/Di'anno) |
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You walk through the subway, his eyes burn a hole in your back |
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A footstep behind you, he lunges prepared for attack |
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Scream for mercy, he laughs as he's watching you bleed |
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Killer behind you, his blood lust defies all his needs |
| My innocent victims, are slaughtered with wrath and despise |
| The mocking religion of hatred, that burns in the night |
| I have no-one, am bound to destroy all this greed |
| A voice inside me, compelling to satisfy me |
| I can see, what a life's meant to be |
| You'll never know, how I came to foresee |
| My faith in believing is stronger, than lifelines and ties |
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The glimmer of metal, my moment is ready to strike |
| The death call arises, a scream breaks the still of the night |
| Another tomorrow, remember to walk in the light |
| I have found you, and now there is no place to run |
| Excitement shakes me, Oh God help me what have I done |
| Yeah I've done it again! |
| He walks through the subway, his eyes burn a hole through your back |
| A footstep behind you, he lunges prepared for attack |
| Scream for mercy, he laughs as he's watching you bleed |
| Killer behind you, his blood lust defies all his needs |
| Look out I'm coming for you! |
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(Smith) |
| Was many years ago that I left home and came this way |
| I was a young man full of hopes and dreams |
| But now it seems that all is lost and nothing gained |
| Sometimes things ain't what they seem |
| No brave new world, no brave new world |
| Night and day I scan horizon sea and sky |
| My spirit wanders endlessly |
| Until the day will dawn and friends from home discover why |
| Hear me calling rescue me |
| Set me free, set me free |
| Lost in this place and leave no trace |
| Stranger in a strange land |
| Land of ice and snow |
| Trapped inside this prison |
| Lost and far from home |
| One hundred years have gone and men again they came that way |
| To find the answer to the mystery |
| They found his body lying where it fell that day |
| Preserved in time for all to see |
| No brave new world, no brave new world |
| Lost in this place, to leave no trace |
| What became of the men that started |
| All are gone and their souls departed |
| Left me here in this place |
| So all alone |
| Stranger in a strange land |
| Land of ice and snow |
| Trapped inside this prison |
| Lost and far from home |
| What became of the men that started |
| All are gone and their souls departed |
| Left me here in this place |
| So all alone |
| Stranger in a strange land |
| Land of ice and snow |
| Trapped inside this prison |
| Lost and far from home |
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(Harris/Dickinson) |
| Trace your way back 50 years, to the glow of Dresden - blood and tears |
| In the black above my cruel searchlight, men will die and men will fight - yeah |
| Who shot who and who fired first, dripping death to whet the blood thirst |
| No radar lock on - skin and bone, the bomber boys are coming home |
| Climb into the sky never wonder why - tail gunner |
| You're a tail gunner |
| Climb into the sky never wonder why - tail gunner |
| You're a tail gunner |
| Climb into the sky never wonder why - tail gunner |
| You're a tail gunner |
| Climb into the sky never wonder why - tail gunner |
| You're a tail gunner |
| Nail that Focker kill that son, gonna blow your guts out with my gun |
| The weather forecasts good for war, Cologne and Frankfurt have some more |
| Tail end Charlie in the boiling sky, the Enola Gay is my last try |
| Now that this tail gunner's gone, no more Bombers (just one big bomb) |
| Climb into the sky never wonder why - tail gunner |
| You're a tail gunner |
| Climb into the sky never wonder why - tail gunner |
| You're a tail gunner |
| Climb into the sky never wonder why - tail gunner |
| You're a tail gunner |
| Climb into the sky never wonder why - tail gunner |
| You're a tail gunner |