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(1985) |
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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) |
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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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(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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(Dickinson) |
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"O God of Earth an Altar, bow down and hear our cry |
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Our earthly rulers falter, our people drift and die |
| The walls of gold entomb us, the swords of scorn divide |
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Take not thy thunder from us, but take away our pride" |
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Just a babe in a black abyss, no reason for a place like this |
| The walls are cold and souls cry out in pain, an easy way for the blind to go |
| A clever path for the fools who know, the Secret of the Hangman - the smile on his lips |
| The light of the Blind - you'll see |
| The venom that tears my spine |
| The Eyes of the Nile are opening - you'll see |
| She came to me with a serpents kiss, as the Eye of the Sun rose on her lips |
| Moonlight catches silver tears I cry, so we lay in a black embrace |
| And the Seed is sown in a holy place, and I watched and I waited for the Dawn |
| The light of the Blind - you'll see |
| The venom that tears my spine |
| The Eyes of the Nile are opening - you'll see |
| Bind us all together, ablaze with Hope and Free |
| No storm or heavy weather, will rock the boat you'll see |
| The time has come to close your eyes, and still the wind and rain |
| For the one who will be King |
| Is the watcher in the Ring |
| It is You |
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(Smith/Dickinson) |
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As the sun breaks above the ground, an old man stands on the hill |
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As the ground warms to the first rays of light, a birdsong shatters the still |
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His eyes are ablaze, see the madman in his gaze |
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Fly on your way, like an eagle |
| Fly as high the sun |
| On your way like an eagle |
| Fly and touch the sun |
| Now the crowd breaks and a young boy appears, looks the old man in the eye |
| As he spreads his wings and shouts at the crowd, "in the name of God my father I fly" |
| His eyes seem so glazed, as he flies on the wings of a dream |
| Now he knows his father betrayed, now his wings turn to ashes to ashes his grave |
| Fly on your way, like an eagle |
| Fly as high as the sun |
| On your way like an eagle |
| Fly as high as the sun |
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(Harris) |
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Hear the rime of the Ancient Mariner, see his eye as he stops one of three |
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Mesmerises one of the wedding guests, stay here and listen to the nightmares of the sea |
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And the music plays on, as the bride passes by |
| Caught by his spell and the Mariner tells his tale |
| Driven south to the land of snow and ice, to a place where nobody's been |
| Through the snow fog flies on the albatross, hailed in God's name hoping good luck it brings |
| And the ship sails on, back to the north |
| Through the fog and ice and the albatross follows on |
| The Mariner kills the bird of good omen, his shipmates cry against what he's done |
| But when the fog clears they justify him, and make themselves a part of his crime |
| Sailing on and on and north across the sea |
| Sailing on and on and north 'til all is calm |
| The albatross begins with its vengeance, a terrible curse a thirst has begun |
| His shipmates blame bad luck on the Mariner, about his neck the dead bird is hung |
| And the curse goes on and on and on at sea |
| And the thirst goes on and on for them and me |
| "Day after day, day after day we stuck nor breath nor motion |
| As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean |
| Water water everywhere and all the boards did shrink |
| Water water everywhere nor an drop to drink" |
| There calls the Mariner, there comes a ship over the line |
| But how can she sail with no wind in her sails and no tide |
| See...onward she comes, onward she nears out of the sun |
| See...she has no crew, she has no life wait but there's two |
| Death and she Life in Death, they threw their dice for the crew |
| She wins the Mariner and he belongs to her now |
| Then...crew one by one, they drop down dead, two hundred men |
| She...she, Life in Death, she lets him live, her chosen one |
| "One after one by the star dogged moon, too quick for groan or sigh |
| Each turned his face with a ghastly pang, and cursed me with his eye |
| Four time fifty living men (and I heard nor sigh nor groan) |
| With heavy thump a life less lump, they dropped down one by one" |
| The curse it lives on in their eyes, the Mariner he wished he'd die |
| Along with the sea creatures, but they lived on so did he |
| And by the light of the moon, he prays for their beauty not doom |
| With heart he blesses them, God's creatures all of them too |
| Then the spell starts to break, the albatross falls from his neck |
| Sinks down like lead into the sea, then down in falls comes the rain |
| Hear the groans of the long dead seamen, see them stir and start to rise |
| Bodies lifted by good spirits none of them speak, and they're lifeless in their eyes |
| And revenge is still sought, penance starts again |
| Cast into a trance and the nightmare carries on |
| Now the curse is finally lifted, and the Mariner sights his home |
| Spirits go from the long dead bodies, form their own light and the Mariner's left alone |
| And then a boat came sailing towards him, it was a joy he could not believe |
| The pilots boat his son and the hermit, penance of life will fall unto Him |
| And the ship sinks like lead into the sea |
| And the hermit shrieves the Mariner of his sins |
| The Mariner's bound to tell of his story, to tell his tale wherever he goes |
| To teach God's word by his own example, that we must love all things that God made |
| And the wedding guest's a sand and wiser man |
| And the tale goes on and on and on |
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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 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'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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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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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/Di'anno) |
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Just sixteen a pickup truck, out of money out of luck |
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I've got no place to call my own, Hit the gas and here I go |
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I'm running free yeh, I'm running free |
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I'm running free yeh, I'm running free |
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Spend the night in an L.A. jail, listen to the sirens wail |
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But they ain't got a thing on me, I'm running wild I'm running free |
| I'm running free yeh, I'm running free |
| I'm running free yeh, I'm running free |
| Pulled her at the Bottle Top, whiskey dancing disco hop |
| And all the boys are after me, and that's the way it's gonna be |
| I'm running free yeh, I'm running free |
| I'm running free yeh, I'm running free |
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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/Smith) |
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If you're feeling down depressed an lonely, I know a place where we can go |
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22 Acacia Avenue meet a lady that I know |
| So if you're looking for a good time, and you're prepared to pay the price |
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Fifteen quid is all she asks for, everybody's got their vice |
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If you're waiting for a long time for the rest to do their piece |
| You can tell her that you know me and you might even get it free |
| So any time you're down the East End don't you hesitate to go |
| You can take my honest word for it she'll teach you more than you can know |
| Charlotte can't you get out from all this madness |
| Can't you see it only brings you sadness |
| When you entertain your men don't you know the risk of getting disease |
| Someday when you're reaching the age of forty, I bet you'll regret the days when you were laying |
| Nobody then will want to know, You won't have any more beautiful wares to show any more |
| 22, the avenue that's the place where we all go |
| You will find it's warm inside, the red light's burning bright tonight |
| Charlotte isn't it time you stopped this mad life, don't you ever think about the bad times |
| Why do you have to live this way, do you enjoy your lay or is the pay |
| Sometimes when you're strolling down the avenue, the way you walk it makes men think of having you |
| When you're walking down the street, everybody stops and turns to stare at you |
| Beat her mistreat her do anything that you please, bite her excite her make her get down on her knees |
| Abuse her misuse her she can take all that you've got, caress her molest her she always does want you want |
| You're running away don't you know what you're doing, can't you see it'll lead you to ruin |
| Charlotte you've taken your life and you've thrown it away |
| You believe that because what you're earning, your life's good don't you know that you're hurting |
| All the people that love you don't cast them aside |
| All the men that are constantly drooling, it's no life for you stop all that screwing |
| You're packing your bags and you're coming with me |
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(Harris) |
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He's walking like a small child, but watch his eyes burn you away |
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Black holes in his golden stare, God knows he wants to go home |
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Children of the damned |
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Children of the damned |
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Children of the damned |
| Children of the damned |
| He's walking like a dead man, if he had lived he would have crucified us all |
| Now he's standing on the last step, he thought oblivion, well it beckons us all |
| Children of the damned |
| Children of the damned |
| Children of the damned |
| Children of the damned |
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Now it's burning his hands, he's turning to laugh |
| Smiles as the flames sear his flesh |
| Melting his face, screaming in pain |
| Watch him die according to plan |
| He's dust on the ground, what did we learn |
| You're children of the damned |
| Your back's against the wall |
| You turn into the light |
| You're children of the damned |
| Like candles watch them burn |
| Burning in the light |
| You'll burn again tonight |
| You're children of the damned |
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(Smith/Dickinson/Harris) |
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Another Prophet of Disaster, who says the ship is lost |
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Another Prophet of Disaster, leaving you to count the cost |
| Taunting us with Visions, afflicting us with fear |
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Predicting War for millions, in the hope that one appears |
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No point asking when it is |
| No point asking who's to go |
| No point asking what's the game |
| No point asking who's to blame |
| 'Cos if you're gonna die, if you're gonna die |
| 'Cos if you're gonna die, if you're gonna die |
| If you're gonna die, die with your boots on |
| If you're gonna try, just stick around |
| Gonna cry, just move along |
| If you're gonna die, you're gonna die |
| In 13 the Beast is Rising, the Frenchman did surmise |
| Through earthquakes and starvation, the Warlord will arise |
| Terror Death Destruction, pour from the Eastern sands |
| But the truth of all predictions, is always in your hands |
| No point asking when it is |
| No point asking who's to go |
| No point asking what's the game |
| No point asking who's to blame |
| 'Cos if you're gonna die, if you're gonna die |
| 'Cos if you're gonna die, if you're gonna die |
| If you're gonna die, die with your boots on |
| If you're gonna try, just stick around |
| Gonna cry, just move along |
| If you're gonna die, you're gonna die |
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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 |