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 |
| 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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| Flight Of Icarus
(Dickinson, Smith)
As the sun breaks, above the ground,
An old man stands on the hill,
As the ground warms, to the first rays of light
A birdsong shatters the still.
His eyes are ablaze,
See the madman in his gaze.
Fly, on your way, like an eagle,
Fly as high as the sun,
On your way, like an eagle,
Fly and touch the sun.yeah 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 and touch the sun.
Yeah!
Fly, on your way, like an eagle,
Fly as high as the sun,
On your way, like an eagle,
Fly and touch the sun.
Fly, on your way, like an eagle,
Fly as high as the sun,
On your way, like an eagle,
Fly and touch the sun.
Fly, on your way, like an eagle,
Fly as high as the sun,
On your way, like an eagle,
Fly! Fly as high as the sun. Aaaaah!!!
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| 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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| 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 |
| 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. |
| 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 |
| 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! |
| 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? |
| Infinite Dreams
(Harris)
Infinite dreams I can't deny them
Infinity is hard to comprehend
I couldn't hear those screams
Even in my wildest dreams
Suffocation waking in a sweat
Scared to fall asleep again
In case the dream begins again
Someone chasing I cannot move
Standing rigid nightmare's statue
What a dream when will it end
And will I transcend?
Restless sleep the minds in turmoil
One nightmare ends another fertile
Getting to me so scared to sleep
But scared to wake now, in too deep
Even though its reached new heights
I rather like the restless nights
It makes me wonder it makes me think
There's more to this I'm on the brink
It's not the fear of what's beyond
It's just that I might not respond
I have an interest almost craving
But would I like to get too far in?
It can't be all coincidence
Too many things are evident
You tell me you're an unbeliever
Spiritualist? Well me I'm neither
But wouldn't you like to know
The truth
Of what's out there to have the proof
And find out just which side
You're on
Where would you end in Heaven or
In Hell?
Ooooeeeaaah!!!
Help me. Help me to find my true
Self without seeing the future
Save me, save me from torturing
Myself even within my dreams
There's got to be just more to it
Than this
Or tell me why do we exist
I'd like to think that when I die
I'd get a chance another time
And to return and live again
Reincarnate, play the game
Again and again and again and again
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| Holy Smoke
(Dickinson, Harris)
Believe in me - send us money
Died on the cross and that ain't funny
But my so called friends they're making me a joke
They missed out what I said like I never spoke
They choose what they wanna hear - they don't tell a lie
They just leave out the truth as they're watching you die
They're saving your souls by taking your money
Flies around shit, bees around honey
Holy smoke, holy smoke, plenty bad preachers
for the Devil to stoke
Feed'em in feet first this is no joke
This is thirsty work making holy smoke yeah
Making holy smoke Jimmy Reptile and all his friends
Say they gonna be with you at the end
Burning records burning books
Holy soldiers nazi looks
Crocodile smiles just wait a while
Till the TV queen gets her make-up clean
I've lived in filth I've lived in sin
And I still smell cleaner than the shit you're in
Holy smoke, holy smoke, plenty bad preachers
for the Devil to stoke
Feed'em in feet first this is no joke
This is thirsty work making holy smoke yeah
Holy smoke - smells good They ain't religious but they ain't no fools
When Noah built his cadillac it was cool
Two by two they're still going down
And the satellite circus just left town
I think they're strange and when they're dead
They can have a Lincoln for their bed
Friend of the president trick of the tail
Now they ain't got a prayer one hundred years in jail
Holy smoke holy smoke, plenty bad preachers for
the Devil to stoke
Feed'em in feet first this is no joke
This is thirsty work making holy smoke yeah
Making holy smoke Holy smoke
Hah
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| 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! |
| 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 |
| Futureal
(Harris)
I'm running out of my time
I'm running out of breath
And now it's getting so I can't sleep at night
In the day feel like death
I'm getting in far too deep
I feel them closing in
I've got to say that I'm scared I know they'll win
Even so I'm prepared
Do you believe what you hear
Can you believe what you see
Do you believe what you feel
Can you believe
What is real
Futureal
What is real Whenever anyone seems to treat me like a freak
It makes me see I'm the only one who feels
That I know what is real
Sometimes it feels like a game of deadly hide and seek
And when you're reading this then I will be gone
Maybe then you will see
Do you believe what you hear
Can you believe what you see
Do you believe what you feel
Can you believe
What is real
Futureal
What is real
Futureal, yeah
Do you believe what you hear
Can you believe what you see
Do you believe what you feel
Can you believe
What is real
Futureal
What is real
Futureal
What is real
Futureal
What is real
Futureal |
| The Wicker Man
(Smith, Harris, Dickinson)
Hand of fate is moving and the finger points to you
He knocks you to your feet so what are you going to do?
Your time was frozen now you've got something to say
The piper at the gates of dawn is calling you his way.
You watch the world exploding every single night
Dancing in the sun a newborn in the light
Say goodbye to gravity and say goodbye to death
Hello to eternity I'll live for every breath
Your time will come
Your time will come
Your time will come
Your time will come The ferry man wants his money, you ain't gonna give it back
He can push this old boat as you set up off of the track
Nothing you can contemplate will ever be the same
Every second is a new spark, sets the universe aflame
You watch the world exploding every single night
Dancing in the sun, a newborn in the light
Brothers and their fathers joining hands and make a chain
The shadow of the Wicker Man has risen up again.
Your time will come
Your time will come
Your time will come
Your time will come
Your time will come
Your time will come
Your time will come
Your time will come
Your time will come
Your time will come
Your time will come Wah oh ah oh
Wah oh ah oh
Wah oh ah oh
Wah oh ah oh
Wah oh ah oh
Wah oh ah oh
Wah oh ah oh
Wah oh ah oh
Wah oh ah oh
Wah oh ah oh
Wah oh ah oh
Wah oh ah oh
Wah oh ah oh
Wah oh ah oh
Wah oh ah oh
Wah oh ohhhhhhhh.
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| Fear Of The Dark
(Harris)
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
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
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
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 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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