The Number Of The Beast
(Harris)
"Woe to you, Oh Earth and Sea,
for the Devil sends the beast with wroth,
because he knows the time is short...
Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the beast
for it is a human number, its number is Six hundred and sixty six."
Revelations ch. xiii b. 18.
I left alone my mind was blank
I needed time to get the memories from my mind
What did I see could I believe that what I saw
that night was real and not just fantasy
Just what I saw in my old dreams were they
reflections of my warped mind staring back at me
'Cause 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
'Cause I just had to see was someone watching me
In the mist dark figures move and twist
Was all this for real or some kind of hell
Six, six, six 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
Six, six, six the Number of the Beast
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
Six, six, six the Number of the Beast
Six, six, six 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 take its course
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| Can I Play With Madness
(Dickinson, Harris, Smith)
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 me
Give me the strength to hold my head up
Spit back in their face
Don't need no key to unlock this 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 he laughed at me ha ha
Can I play with madness - he said you're blind
too blind to see
He said you're 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
and he laughed at me ha ha
Can I play with madness - he said you're blind
too blind to see
Ooh! Listen to me, said the prophet
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 he laughed at me
Can I play with madness - he said you're blind
too blind to see
Can I play eith madness |
| Fear Of The Dark
(Harris)
Dickinson: 'Fear Of The Dark'
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 constant fear that something's always
near, you
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 constant fear that something's always
near, you
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 constant fear that something's always
near, hey
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that someone's always there,
that's right
Fear of the dark
Fear of the dark
Fear of the dark
Fear of the dark
Sing, Helsinki
Fear of the dark, hey come on
Fear of the dark, one more
Fear of the dark
Fear of the dark Watching horror films the night before
Debating witches and folklores
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 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 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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| Run To The Hills
(Harris)
White man came across the sea
He brought us pain and misery
He killed our tribes, he killed our creed
Took our game for his own need
We fought him hard we fought him well
Out on the plains we gave him hell
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 a 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 on the barren wastes
Hunting and killing their game
Raping the women and wasting the men
The only good Indians are tame
Selling them whisky 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
YEAH!!! A-AH
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
Run to the hills, run for your lives
Run to the hills, run for your lives |
| Bring Your Daughter... To The Slaughter
(Dickinson)
Honey its getting close to midnight
And all the myths are in town
True love and lipstick on your linen
Bite the pillow make no sound
If there's some living to be done
Before your life becomes your tomb
You'd better know that I'm the one
So unchain your back door invite me around
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the
slaughter
Let her go, let her go, let her go
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the
slaughter
Let her go, let her go, let her go
Let her go Honey its getting close to daybreadk
The sun is creeping in the sky
No patent remedies for heartache
Just empty words and humble pie
So get down on your kneees honey
Assume an attitude
You just pray that i'll be waiting
'Cause you know, you know I'm coming soon
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the
slaughter
Let her go, let her go, let her go
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the
slaughter
Let her go, let her go, let her go So pick up your foolish pride, no going back
No where, no way, no place to hide
Let her go
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter, bring your daughter, bring
your daughter, bring your daughter, bring your daughter
to the slaughter
Bring your daughter, fack your daughter
Bring your daughter, fack your daughter
Bring your daughter, fack your daughter, to the slaughter
Aahahahahahah! AhahahahaAAAAOOH!
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the
slaughter
Let her go, let her go, let her go
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the
slaughter
Let her go, let her go, let her go
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the
slaughter
Let her go, let her go, let her go
Let her go, let her go, let her go
I comin' to get ya, wow! |
| The Evil That Men Do
(Dickinson, Harris, Smith)
Love is a razor and I walked the line on that silver blade
Slept in the dust with his daughter, her eyes red with
The slaughter of innocence
And I will pray for her
I will call her name out loud
I would bleed for her
If only I could see her now
Living on a razors edge
Balancing on a ledge
Living on a razors edge
Balancing on a ledge
Balancing on a ledge
Living on a razors edge
Balancing on a ledge
You know, you know
The evil that men do lives on and on.....
The evil that men do lives on and on.....
The evil that men do lives on and on.....
The evil that men do lives on and on..... Circle of fire my baptism of joy at an end it seems
The seventh lamb slain, the book of life opens before me
And I will pray for you
And some day I may return
Don't you cry for me
Beyond is where I learn
Living on a razors edge
Balancing on a ledge
Living on a razors edge
You know, you know
The evil that men do lives on and on.....
The evil that men do lives on and on.....
The evil that men do lives on and on.....
The evil that men do lives on and on..... Living on a razors edge
Balancing on a ledge
Living on a razors edge
You know, you know
The evil that men do lives on and on.....
The evil that men do lives on and on.....
The evil that men do lives on and on.....
The evil that men do lives on and on.....
The evil, the evil, the evil that men do
The evil, the evil, the evil that men do
Ah, ah! |
| Aces High
(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 wheelblocks there's no time to waste
Gathering speed as we head down the runway
Gotta get airborne before it's too late.
Running, scrambling, flying
Rolling, turning, diving, going in again
Running, scrambling, flying
Rolling, turning, diving
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Want 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 and 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
Want you run, live to fly, fly to live, Aces high. |
| Be Quick Or Be Dead
(Dickinson, Gers)
Covered in sinners and dripping with gilt
Making you money from slime and from filth
Parading your bellies in ivory towers
Investing our lives in your schemes and your powers
You got to watch them - Be quick or be dead
Snake eyes in heaven - The thief in your head
You've got to watch them - Be quick or be dead
Snake eyes in heaven - The thief in your head...
Be quick! Or be dead!
Be quick, quick, quick! Or be dead, dead, dead See... what's ruling all our lives
See... who's pulling the strings...
I bet you won't fall on your face...
Your belly will hold you in place
The serpent is crawling inside of your ear
He says you must vote for what you want to hear
Don't matter what's wrong as long as you're alright
So pull yourself stupid and rob yourself blind
You got to watch them - Be quick or be dead
Snake eyes in heaven - The thief in your head
You've got to watch them - Be quick or be dead
Snake eyes in heaven - The thief in your head...
Be quick! Or be dead!
Be quick, quick, quick! Or be dead, dead, dead
You got to watch them - Be quick or be dead
Snake eyes in heaven - The thief in your head
You've got to watch them - Be quick or be dead
Snake eyes in heaven - The thief in your head...
Be quick! Or be dead!
Be quick! |
| 2 Minutes To Midnight
(Dickinson, Smith)
Kill for gain or shoot to maim
But we don't need a reason
The Golden Goose is on the loose
And never out of season
Some blackened pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Here's my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death.
The killer's breed or the demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain,
But don't you pray for 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 feed it with our babies.
The killer's breed or the demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain,
But don't you pray for my soul anymore.
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.
The killer's breed or the demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain,
But don't you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb.
Midnight...Midnight... Midnight, it's all night...
Midnight...Midnight... Midnight, it's all night...
Midnight... all night |
| Man On The Edge
(Bayley, Gers)
The freeway is jammed
And it's backed up for miles
The car is an oven and baking is wild
Nothing is ever the way it should be
What we deserve we just don't get you see
A briefcase, a lunch and a man on the edge
Each step gets closer to losing his head
Is someone in heaven, are they looking down
Nothing is fair just you look around
Falling down
Falling down
Falling down
Falling down
Falling down
Falling down He's sick of waiting of lying like this
There's a hole in the sky for the angels to kiss
Branded a leper because you don't fit
In the land of the free
You just live by your wits
Once he built missiles a nation's defense
Now he can't even give birthday presents
Across the city he leaves in his wake
A glimpse of the future, a canibal state
Falling down
Falling down
Falling down
Falling down
Falling down
Falling down The freeway is jammed
And it's backed up for miles
The car is an oven and baking is wild
Nothing is ever the way it should be
What we deserve we just don't get you see
A briefcase, a lunch and a man on the edge
Each step gets closer to losing his head
Is someone in heaven, are they looking down
Nothing is fair just you look around
Falling down
Falling down
Falling down
Falling down
Falling down
Falling down
Falling down
Falling down
Falling down
Falling down
Falling down
Falling down |
| Virus
(Bayley, Gers, Harris, Murray)
There’s an evil virus that’s threating mankind
Not state of the art, a serious state
The muggers, the backstubbers, the two faced elite
A menace to society, a social disease
Rape of the mind is a social disorder
The cynics, the apathy oneupmanship order
Watching beginnings of social decay
Gloating or sneering at life’s disarray
Eating away at your own self esteem
Pounding on every word that you might be saying
Rape of the mind is a social disorder
The cynics, the apathy oneupmanship order
Superficially smiling a shake of the hand
As soon as the back is turned treachery is planned
Rape of the mind is a social disorder
The cynics, the apathy oneupmanship order
Watching beginnings of social decay
Gloating or sneering at life’s disarray
When every good thing’s laid to waste
By all the jealousy and hate
By all the acid wit and rapier lies
And every time you think you’re safe
And when you go to turn away
You know they’re sharpening all their paper knives
All in your mind
All in your head
Try to relate it
All in your mind
All in your head
Try to escape it Without a conscience they destroy
And that’s a thing that they enjoy
They’re sickness that’s in all our minds
They want to sink the ship and leave
The way they laugh at you and me
You know it happens all the time
All in your mind
All in your head
Try to relate it
All in your mind
All in your head
Try to escape it, yeah The rat’s in the cellar, you know who you are
The rat’s in the cellar, you know who you are
The rat’s in the cellar, you know who you are
The rat’s in the cellar, you know who you are
Or do you?
Or do you?
Or do you?
Or do you?
Watching beginnings of social decay...
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| Running Free
(Harris, Di'Anno)
Dickinson: All right! ley me see your hands in the air Come on,
Long Beach Arena. Song from the first 'Iron Maiden' album. Song called
'Running Free'
Just sixteen, a pickup truck, out of money, out of luck.
I've got nowhere to call my own, hit the gas, and here I go.
I'm running free yeah, I'm running free.
I'm running free yeah, Oh I'm running free. Spent the night in an L. A. jail, and listened to the sirens wail.
They ain't got a thing on me, I'm running wild, I'm running free.
I'm running free yeah, come on, I'm running free.
I'm running free yeah, Oh I'm running free... Get outta my way
I'm running free yeah, I'm running free.
I'm running free yeah, Oh I'm running free... All right Puller here at the Bottle Top, whiskey, dancing, disco hop.
Now all the boys are after me, and that's the way it's gonna be...
Yeah
I'm running free yeah, I'm running free.
I'm running free yeah, Oh I'm running free.
Long Beach, Long Beach! Scream for me!!!
I'm running free yeah, I'm running free.
I'm running free yeah, Oh I'm running free. |
| Wasted Years
(Smith)
From the coast of gold, across the seven seas,
I'm travelling on, far and wide,
But now it seems, I'm just a stranger to myself,
And all the things I sometimes do, it isn't me but someone else.
I close my eyes, and think of home,
Another city goes by, in the night,
Ain't it funny how it is, you never miss it 'til it's gone away,
And my heart is lying there and will be til my dying day.
So understand
Don't waste your time always searching for those
wasted years,
Face up... make your stand,
And realise you're living in the golden years. Too much time on my hands, I got you on my mind,
Can't ease this pain, so easily,
When you can't find the words to say, it's hard to make it through
another day,
And it makes me wanna cry, and throw my hands up to the sky.
So understand
Don't waste your time always searching for those
wasted years,
Face up... make your stand,
And realise you're living in the golden years.
So understand
Don't waste your time always searching for those
wasted years,
Face up... make your stand,
And realise you're living in the golden years.
So understand
Don't waste your time always searching for those
wasted years,
Face up... make your stand,
And realise you're living in the golden years. |
| The Clairvoyant
(Harris)
Feel the sweat break on my brow
Is it me or is it shadows that are
Dancing on the walls
Is this a dream or is it now
Is this a vision or normality I see
Before my eyes
I wonder why I wonder how
That it seems the powers getting stronger every day
I feel a strength an inner fire
But I'm scared I won't be able to control it anymore
There's a time to live and a time to die
When it's time to meet the maker
There's a time to live but isn't it strange
That as soon as you're born you're dying
There's a time to live and a time to die
When it's time to meet the maker
There's a time to live but isn't it strange
That as soon as you're born you're dying Just by looking through your eyes
He could see the future penetrating right
In through your mind
See the truth and see your lies
But for all his power couldn't foresee his own demise
There's a time to live and a time to die
When it's time to meet the maker
There's a time to live but isn't it strange
That as soon as you're born you're dying...
There's a time to live and a time to die
When it's time to meet the maker
There's a time to live but isn't it strange
That as soon as you're born you're dying
... and reborn again? |
| The Trooper
(Harris)
You'll take my life but I'll take yours too
You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through
So when you're waiting for the next attack
You'd better stand there's no turning back.
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. O-o-o-oh, O-o-o-oh!
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. O-o-o-oh, O-o-o-oh!
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. O-o-o-oh, O-o-o-oh!
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| Hallowed Be Thy Name
(Harris)
I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime
Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time, hey
'Cause at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows Pole yeah
The sands of time for me are running loooooooooooooooooow
Running loooooyeah!
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 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
Tears they flow but why am I crying
After all I am not afraid of dying
Don't believe that there is never 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 'cause it's willing to fly away
Mark my words believe my soul lives on
Please don't worry now that I have gone
I've gone beyond to see the truth yeah yeah
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.
YEAH! Hallowed be thy name
YEAH! Hallowed be thy naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaame
YEAH!!! |
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