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(1984) |
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| Aces High | ||
| 2 Minutes to Midnight | ||
| Losfer Words (Big 'Orra) | ||
| Flash Of The Blade | ||
| The Duellists | ||
| Back In The Village | ||
| Powerslave | ||
| Rime Of The Ancient Mariner |
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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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Instrumental |
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(Dickinson) |
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As a young boy chasing Dragons with your wooden sword so mighty |
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You're St George or you're David and you always killed the beast |
| Times change very quickly and you had to grow up early |
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A house in smoking ruins and the bodies at your feet |
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You'll die as you lived |
| In a flash of the blade |
| In a corner forgotten by no-one |
| You lived for the touch |
| For the feel of the steel |
| One man, and his Honour |
| The smell of resined leather the steely iron mask |
| As you cut and thrust and parried at the fencing master's call |
| He taught you all he ever knew to fear no mortal man |
| And now you'll wreak your vengeance in the screams of evil men |
| You'll die as you lived |
| In a flash of the blade |
| In a corner forgotten by no-one |
| You lived for the touch |
| For the feel of the steel |
| One man, and his Honour |
| You'll die as you lived |
| In a flash of the blade |
| In a corner forgotten by no-one |
| You lived for the touch |
| For the feel of the steel |
| One man, and his Honour |
| You'll die as you lived |
| In a flash of the blade |
| In a corner forgotten by no-one |
| You lived for the touch |
| For the feel of the steel |
| One man, and his Honour |
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(Harris) |
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He threw down the glove you made the mistake, of picking it up now you're gone |
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The choosing of guns or fighting with swords, the choice of weapon is done |
| He'll tear you apart as soon as you start, you know you don't have a chance |
| Oh...Oh...fight for the honour |
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Fight for the splendour |
| Fight for the pleasure |
| Oh...Oh...fight for the honour |
| Fight for the splendour |
| Fight for your life |
| Ready to start the duel begins, the best man wins in the end |
| A lunge and a feint a parry too late, a cut to the chest and you're down |
| Seeing the stain and then feeling the pain, feeling the sweat on your brow |
| Oh...Oh...fight for the honour |
| Fight for the splendour |
| Fight for the pleasure |
| Oh...Oh...fight for the honour |
| Fight for the splendour |
| Fight for your life |
| The fighting resumes a silence looms, the swordsmen move 'gainst each other |
| A cut and a thrust a parry a blow, a stab to the heart and you're down |
| The Angel of Death hears your last breath, meanwhile the reaper looks on |
| Oh...Oh...fought for the honour |
| Fought for the splendour |
| Fought for the pleasure |
| Oh...Oh...fought for the honour |
| Fought for the splendour |
| Fought to the death |
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(Smith/Dickinson) |
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Turn the spotlights on the people, switch the dial and eat the worm |
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Take your chances kill the engine, drop your bombs and let it burn |
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White flags shot to ribbons, the truce is black and burned |
| Shellshock in the kitchen, tables overturned |
| Back in the village again |
| In the village |
| I'm back in the village again |
| Throwing dice now rolling loaded, I see sixes all the way |
| In a black hole and I'm spinning, as my wings get shot away |
| Questions are a burden, and answers are a prison for oneself |
| Shellshock in the kitchen tables start to burn |
| Back in the village |
| In the village |
| I'm back in the village again |
| No breaks on the inside, paper cats and burning barns |
| There's a fox among the chickens, and a killer in the hounds |
| Questions are a burden, and answers are a prison for oneself |
| Shellshock in the kitchen tables start to burn |
| Back in the village |
| In the village |
| I'm back in the village again |
| But still we walk into the valley, and others try to kill the inner flame |
| We're burning brighter than before, I don't have a number I'm a name |
| Back in the village again |
| In the village |
| I'm back in the village again |
| Back in the village again |
| In the village |
| I'm back in the village again |
| Back in the village |
| I'm back in the village |
| I'm back in the village again |
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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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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 |