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(2005) |
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In the autumn of 2003 Iron Maiden performed their most theatrical and spellbinding shows to date on the spectacular Dance Of Death world tour. Filmed in the Dortmund Wesfallenhalle and painstakingly edited by Steve Harris, Death On The Road brings you all the power, drama and sheer spectacle of this tour with the 5.1 Dolby Digital and stereo soundtracks specially mixed to our you right at the heart of the action...in the front rows! Over two hours of special features include a feature length documentary providing a revealing look into the creative writing and recording of Dance Of Death and the touring process, with the first extensive behind the scenes access to the band and their crew at work. Plus all the promo videos from the Dance Of Death album, photo/artwork galleries, tour listings and candid interviews with the crew and fans to make this a complete visual record of the Dance Of Death album and tour. |
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(Smith/Harris) |
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I'm gonna organise some changes in my life |
| I'm gonna exorcise the demons of my past |
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I'm gonna take the car and hit the open road |
| I'm feeling ready to just open up and go |
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And I just feel I can be anything |
| That I might ever wish to be |
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And fantasize just what I want to be |
| Make my wildest dreams come true |
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I'm on my way, out on my own again |
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I'm on my way, out on the road again |
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When I remember back to how that things just used to be |
| And I was stick inside a shroud of misery |
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I felt I disappeared so deep inside myself |
| I couldn't find a way to break away the hell |
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When I'm feeling down and low |
| I vow I'll never be the same again |
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I just remember what I am |
| And visualize just what I'm gonna be |
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I'm on my way, out on my own again |
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I'm on my way, I'm gonna breakaway |
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I'm gonna breakaway, I'm out on my own |
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I'm out on my own, gonna breakaway |
| Breaking away |
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I'm on my way, out on my own again |
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I'm on my way, out on the road again |
| I'm on my way, out on my own again |
| I'm on my way, I'm gonna breakaway |
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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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(Smith/Dickinson/Harris) |
| Can I play with madness |
| Give me the sense to wonder, to wonder if I'm free |
| Give me a sense of wonder, to know I can be |
| Give me the strength to hold my head up, spit back in their face |
| Don't need no key to unlock the door, gonna break down the walls |
| Break out of this bad place |
| Can I play with madness - the prophet stared at his crystal ball |
| Can I play with madness - there's no vision there at all |
| Can I play with madness - the prophet looked and laughed at me |
| Can I play with madness - he said you're blind too blind to see |
| I screamed aloud to the old man, I said don't lie don't say you don't know |
| I say you'll pay for your mischief, in this world or the next |
| Oh and then he fixed me with a freezing glance, and the hell fires raged in his eyes |
| He said do you want to know the truth son - I'll tell you the truth |
| Your soul's gonna burn in the lake of fire |
| Can I play with madness - the prophet stared at his crystal ball |
| Can I play with madness - there's no vision there at all |
| Can I play with madness - the prophet looked at he laughed at me |
| Can I play with madness - he said you're blind too blind to see |
| Can I play with madness - the prophet stared at his crystal ball |
| Can I play with madness - there's no vision there at all |
| Can I play with madness - the prophet looked at he laughed at me |
| Can I play with madness - he said you're blind too blind to see |
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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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(Gers/Harris) |
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Let me tell you a story to chill the bones |
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'Bout a thing that I saw |
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One night wandering in the everglades |
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I'd one drink but no more |
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I was rambling enjoying the bright moonlight |
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Gazing up at the stars |
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Not aware of a presence so near to me |
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Watching my every move |
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Feeling scared and I fell to my knees |
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As something rushed me from the trees |
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Took me to an unholy place |
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And that is where I fell from grace |
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Then they summoned me over to join in with them |
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To the dance of the dead |
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Into the circle of fire I followed them |
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Into the middle I was led |
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As if time had stopped still I was numb with fear |
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But still I wanted to go |
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And the blaze of the fire did no hurt upon me |
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As I walked onto the coals |
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And I felt I was in a trance |
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And my spirit was lifted from me |
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And if only someone had the chance |
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To witness what happened to me |
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And I danced and I pranced and I sang with them |
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All had death in their eyes |
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Lifeless figures they were undead all of them |
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They had ascended from hell |
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As I danced with the dead |
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My free spirit was laughing and howling down at me |
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Below my undead body |
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Just danced the circle of dead |
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Until the time came to reunite us both |
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My spirit came back down to me |
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I didn't know if I was alive or dead |
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As the others all joined in with me |
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By luck then a skirmish started |
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And took the attention away from me |
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When they took their gaze from me |
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Was the moment that I fled |
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I ran like hell faster than the wind |
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But behind I did not glance |
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One thing that I did not dare |
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Was to look just straight ahead |
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When you know that your time has come around |
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You know you'll be prepared for it |
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Say your last goodbyes to everyone |
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Have a drink and say a prayer for it |
| When you're lying in your sleep, when you're lying in your bed |
| And you wake from your dreams to go dancing with the dead |
| When you're lying in your sleep, when you're lying in your bed |
| And you wake from your dreams to go dancing with the dead |
| To this day I guess I'll never know |
| Just why they let me go |
| But I'll never go dancing no more |
| 'Til I dance with the dead |
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(Murray/Harris/Dickinson) |
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When I was wandering in the desert |
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And was searching for the truth |
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I heard a choir of angels calling out my name |
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I had the feeling that my life would never be the same again |
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I turn my face towards the barren sun |
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And I know of the pain that you feel the same as me |
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And I dream of the rain as it falls upon the leaves |
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And the cracks in our lives like the cracks upon the ground |
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They are sealed and are now washed away |
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You tell me we can start the rain |
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You tell me that we all can change |
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You tell me we can find something to wash the tears away |
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You tell me we can start the rain |
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You tell me that we all can change |
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You tell me we can find something to wash the tears... |
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And I know of the pain that you feel the same as me |
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And I dream of the rain as it falls upon the leaves |
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And the cracks in the ground like the cracks are in our lives |
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They are sealed and are now far away |
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You tell me we can start the rain |
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You tell me that we all can change |
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You tell me we can find something to wash the tears away |
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You tell me we can start the rain |
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You tell me that we all can change |
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You tell me we can find something to wash the tears... |
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You tell me we can start the rain |
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You tell me that we all can change |
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You tell me we can find something to wash the tears away |
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You tell me we can start the rain |
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You tell me that we all can change |
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You tell me we can find something to wash the tears... |
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And I know of the pain that you feel the same as me |
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And I dream of the rain as it falls upon the leaves |
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And the cracks in the ground like the cracks are in our lives |
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They are sealed and are now far away |
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(Murray/Harris/Dickinson) |
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Dying swans twisted wings, beauty not needed here |
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Lost my love, lost my life, in this garden of fear |
| I have seen many things, in a lifetime alone |
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Mother love is no more, bring this savage back home |
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| Wilderness house of pain, makes no sense of it all |
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Close this mind dull this brain, Messiah before his fall |
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What you see is not real, those who know will not tell |
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All is lost sold your souls to this brave new world |
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| A brave new world, in a brave new world |
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A brave new world, in a brave new world |
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In a brave new world, a brave new world |
| In a brave new world, a brave new world |
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Dragon kings dying queens, where is salvation now |
| Lost my life lost my dreams, rip the bones from my flesh |
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Silent screams laughing here, dying to tell you the truth |
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You are planned and you are damned in this brave new world |
| A brave new world, in a brave new world |
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A brave new world, in a brave new world |
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In a brave new world, a brave new world |
| In a brave new world, a brave new world |
| A brave new world, in a brave new world |
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A brave new world, in a brave new world |
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In a brave new world, a brave new world |
| In a brave new world, a brave new world |
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Dying swans twisted wings, bring this savage back home |
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(Smith/Harris) |
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In a foreign field he lay |
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Lonely soldier unknown grave |
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On his dying words he prays |
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Tell the world of Paschendale |
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Relive all that he's been through |
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Last communion of his soul |
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Rust your bullets with his tears |
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Let me tell you 'bout his years |
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Laying low in a blood filled trench |
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Killing time 'til my very own death |
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On my face I can feel the falling rain |
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Never see my friends again |
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In the smoke in the mud and lead |
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Smell the fear and the feeling of dread |
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Soon be time to go over the wall |
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Rapid fire and end of us all |
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Whistles shouts and more gun fire |
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Lifeless bodies hang on barbed wire |
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Battlefield nothing but a bloody tomb |
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Be reunited with my dead friends soon |
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Many soldiers eighteen years |
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Drown in mud no more tears |
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Surely a war no-one can win |
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Killing time about to begin |
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Home, far away |
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From the war, a chance to live again |
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Home, far away |
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But the war, no chance to live again |
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The bodies of ours and our foes |
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The sea of death it overflows |
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In no man's land God only knows |
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Into jaws of death we go |
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Crucified as if on a cross |
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Allied troops they mourn their loss |
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German war propaganda machine |
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Such before has never been seen |
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Swear I heard the angels cry |
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Pray to God no more may die |
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So that people know the truth |
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Tell the tale of Paschendale |
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Cruelty has a human heart |
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Every man does play his part |
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Terror of the men we kill |
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The human heart is hungry still |
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I stand my ground for the very last time |
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Gun is ready as I stand in line |
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Nervous wait for the whistle to blow |
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Rush of blood and over we go |
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Blood is falling like the rain |
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Its crimson cloak unveils again |
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The sound of guns can't hide their shame |
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And so we die on Paschendale |
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Dodging shrapnel and barbed wire |
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Running straight at cannon fire |
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Running blind as I hold my breath |
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Say a prayer symphony of death |
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As we charge the enemy lines |
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A burst of fire and we go down |
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I choke a cry but no-one hears |
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Feel the blood go down my throat |
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Home, far away |
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From the war, a chance to live again |
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Home, far away |
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But the war, no chance to live again |
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Home, far away |
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From the war, a chance to live again |
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Home, far away |
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But the war, no chance to live again |
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See my spirit on the wind |
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Across the lines beyond the hill |
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Friend and foe will meet again |
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Those who died at Paschendale |
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(Harris/Gers) |
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IM |
| I don't care for this world anymore, I just want to live my own fantasy |
| Fate has brought us to these shores, what was meant to be is now happening |
| IM |
| I've found that I like this living in danger |
| Living on edge it feels it makes me feel as one |
| Who cares now what's right or wrong it's reality |
| Killing so we survive, wherever we may roam |
| Wherever we may hide, we've got to get away |
| IM |
| I don't want existence to end, we must prepare ourselves for the elements |
| I just want to feel like we're strong, we don't need a code of morality |
| IM |
| I like all the mixed emotion and anger |
| It brings out the animal the power you can feel |
| And feeling so high on this much adrenalin |
| Excited but scary to believe what we've become |
| IM |
| Saints and sinners, something within us, we are lord of the flies |
| Saints and sinners, something willing us, to be lord of the flies |
| IM |
| Saints and sinners, something within us, we are lord of the flies |
| Saints and sinners, something willing us, to be lord of the flies |
| IM |
| Saints and sinners, something within us, we are lord of the flies |
| Saints and sinners, something willing us, to be lord of the flies |
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(Harris) |
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There's a darkened sky before me |
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There's no time to prepare |
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Salvage a last horizon |
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But no regrets from me |
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Maybe I'll be back some other day |
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To live again just who can say |
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In what shape or form that I might be |
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Just another chance for me |
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A hurried time no disgrace |
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Instead of racing to conclusion |
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And wishing all my life away |
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No-one can stop me now |
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Time is up it couldn't last |
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But there's more things I'd like to do |
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I'm coming back to try again |
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Someday maybe I'll wait till then |
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No more lies...No more lies... |
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No more lies...No more lies... |
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No more lies...No more lies... |
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No more lies...No more lies... |
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They're all sitting at my table |
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Talking tall and drinking wine |
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Their time is up just like me |
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But they just don't know it yet |
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So just a word of warning |
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When you're in your deepest dreams |
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There's nothing you can hide from |
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I've got my eye on you |
| The clock is fast the hour is near |
| Eventful past is ever clear |
| My life is set the time is here |
| I think I'm coming home |
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No more lies...No more lies... |
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No more lies...No more lies... |
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No more lies...No more lies... |
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No more lies...No more lies... |
| A hurried time no disgrace |
| Instead of racing to conclusions |
| And wishing all your life away |
| No-one can stop me now |
| Time is up it couldn't last |
| But there's more things I have to do |
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I'm coming back to try again |
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Don't tell me that this is the end |
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No more lies...No more lies... |
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No more lies...No more lies... |
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No more lies...No more lies... |
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No more lies...No more lies... |
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No more lies...No more lies... |
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No more lies... |
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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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| 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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(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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(Smith/Harris/Dickinson) |
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From the red sky of the east |
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To the sunset in the west |
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We have cheated death |
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And he has cheated us |
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But that was just a dream |
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And this is what it means |
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We are sleeping |
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And we'll dream for evermore |
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And the fragment remains of our memories |
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And the shadows we made with our hands |
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Deep grey came to mourn |
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All the colours of the dawn |
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Will this journeyman's day be his last? |
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I know what I want |
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And I say what I want |
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And no one can take it away |
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I know what I want |
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And I say what I want |
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And no one can take it away |
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I know what I want |
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And I say what I want |
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And no one can take it away |
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I know what I want |
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And I say what I want |
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And no one can take it away |
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But the memory still remains |
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All the past years not so strange |
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Our winter times are like a silent shroud |
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And the heartbeat of the day |
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Drives the mist away |
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And winter's not the only dream around |
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In your life you may choose desolation |
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And the shadows you build with your hands |
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If you turn to the light |
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That is burning in the night |
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Then the journeyman's day has begun |
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I know what I want |
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And I say what I want |
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And no one can take it away |
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I know what I want |
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And I say what I want |
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And no one can take it away |
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I know what I want |
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And I say what I want |
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And no one can take it away |
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I know what I want |
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And I say what I want |
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And no one can take it away |
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In your life you may choose desolation |
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And the shadows you build with your hands |
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If you turn to the light |
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That is burning in the night |
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Then the journeyman's day has begun |
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I know what I want |
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And I say what I want |
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And no one can take it away |
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I know what I want |
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And I say what I want |
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And no one can take it away |
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I know what I want |
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And I say what I want |
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And no one can take it away |
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I know what I want |
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And I say what I want |
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And no one can take it away |
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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 |