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(1983) |
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Tracks taken from "The Number Of The Beast" and "Piece Of Mind" albums. |
| Run To The Hills | ||
| The Number Of The Beast | ||
| The Flight Of Icarus | ||
| The Trooper |
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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) |
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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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(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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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 |