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(1984) |
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"Aces High" and the live portions of "2 Minutes To Midnight" were shot as promo videos in Hanover, Germany on August 4 1984. The insert footage on "2Minutes To Midnight" was shot in London, England in September. The war footage in "Aces High" is from the original World War II news reels for the Battle of Britain. "Hallowed Be Thy Name" was shot in Katowice and "Run To The Hills" in Budapest. The inserted black and white footage in "Hallowed Be Thy Name" is from the Russian film "Alexander Nevsky". The rest of the video was filmed during the Polish section of the tour. |
| Aces High | ||
| Hallowed Be Thy Name | ||
| 2 Minutes To Midnight | ||
| Run To The Hills |
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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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(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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(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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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 |