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(1982) |
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| Invaders | ||
| Children of the Damned | ||
| The Prisoner | ||
| 22 Acacia Avenue | ||
| The Number Of The Beast | ||
| Run To The Hills | ||
| Gangland | ||
| Hallowed Be Thy Name |
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(Harris) |
| Longboats have been sighted, the evidence of war has begun |
| Many Nordic fighting men, their swords and shields all gleam in the sun |
| Call to arms defend yourselves, get ready to stand and fight for your lives |
| Judgement day has come around, so be prepared don't run stand your ground |
| They're coming in from the sea |
| They've come the enemy |
| Beneath the blazing sun |
| The battle has to be won |
| Invaders...Pillaging |
| Invaders...Looting |
| Set ablaze the camp fires, alert the other men from inland |
| Warning must be given, there's not enough men for a stand |
| The Vikings are too many, too powerful to take on our own |
| We must have reinforcements, we cannot fight this battle alone |
| They're coming over the hill |
| They've come to attack |
| They're coming in for the kill |
| There's no turning back |
| Invaders...Fighting |
| Invaders...Marauding |
| Axes grind and maces clash, as wounded fighters fall to the ground |
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Severed limbs and fatal woundings, bloody corpses lay all around |
| The smell of death and burning flesh, the battle weary fight to the end |
| The Saxons have been overpowered, victims of the mighty Norsemen |
| You'd better scatter and run |
| The battle's lost and not won |
| You'd better get away |
| To fight another day |
| Invaders...Raping |
| Invaders...Plundering |
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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/Harris) |
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On the run kill to eat, you're starving now you're dead on your feet |
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Going all the way nature's beast, do what I want as I please |
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Run fight to breathe it's tough |
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Now you see me now you don't |
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Break the walls I'm coming out |
| Not a prisoner I'm a free man, and my blood is my own now |
| Don't care where the past was, I know where I'm going...out |
| If you kill me it's self defence, if I kill you then I call it vengeance |
| Spit in your eye I will defy, you'll be afraid when I call out your name |
| I'm not a number I'm a free man, I'll live my life how I want to |
| You'd better scratch me from your black book, cos I'll run rings around you |
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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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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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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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(Smith/Burr) |
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Shadows may hide you but also may be your grave |
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You're running today maybe tomorrow you'll be saved |
| You pray for daylight to save you for a while |
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You wonder if your children will face the killer's smile |
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Dead men - tell no tales |
| In gangland - murders up for sale |
| Dead men - tell no tales |
| In gangland - where jailbirds die |
| Face at the window leers into your own |
| But it's only your reflection still you tremble in your bones |
| How long can you hide? How long till they come? |
| A rat in a trap but you've got to survive |
| Once you were glad to be free for a while |
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The air tasted good and the world was your friend |
| Then came the day when the hard times began |
| Now you're alone but alive for how long? |
| A knife at your throat another body on the pile |
| A contract to keep and it's service with a smile |
| Murder for vengeance or murder for gain |
| Death on the streets or a blocked out jail |
| Dead men - tell no tales |
| In gangland - murders up for sale |
| Dead men - tell no tales |
| In gangland - where jailbirds die |
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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 |