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(Steve Harris)
Eleven saintly shrouded men
Silhouettes stand against the sky
One in front with a cross held high
Come to wash my sins away
Standing alone in the wind and rain
Feeling the fear that is growing
Sensing the change in the tide again
Brought by the storm that is brewing
Feel the anxiety hold off the fear
Some of the doubt in the things you believe
Now that your faith will be put to the test
Nothing to do but await what is coming
Why the is God still protecting me
Even when I don't deserve it
Though I am meant to face this alone
Asking the question time and again
Praying to God won't keep me alive
Inside my head feel the fear start to rise...
They'll be saying their prayers when the moment comes
There'll be penance to pay when it's judgment day
And the guilty'll bleed when that moment comes
They'll be coming to claim, take your soul away
The sign of the cross
The name of the rose... a fire in the sky
The sign of the cross
They'll be comming to bring the eternal flame
They'll be bringing us all immortality
Holding communion so the world be blessed
My creator, my God'll lay my soul to rest
The sign of the cross
The name of the rose... a fire in the sky
The sign of the cross
Lost the love of heaven above
Chose the lust of the earth below
Eleven saintly shrouded men
Came to wash my sins away
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(Steve Harris, Janick Gers)
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
I've found that I like this living in danger
Living on the edge it makes feel as one
Who cares now what's right or wrong
It's reality
Killing so we may roam
Wherever we may roam
Wherever we may hide
We've got to get away
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
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
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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(Blaze Bayley, Janick 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
'Cause nothing is fair just you look around
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 can 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
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(Steve Harris)
After the war
And now that they've sent us homeward
I can't help but feel that I'm on my own
No one can see
Just what this conflict has done to
The minds of the men
Who are on their way home
I'm scarred for life but
It's not my flesh that's wounded
So how can I face the torment alone
The vivid scenes
And all the recurring nightmares
I lay there and sweat until it gets light ...
People say don't worry
Say that time's a perfect healer
That the nightmares they will come to pass
Can't hear what they're saying
I am living in my own world
And I'm feeling trance-like all the time
I hear voices in my head
Could I really be going crazy
In the night the visions seem so real
Do you care if you live or die
When you laugh are you really crying
You're not sure what's real anymore
Fortunes of War
Fortunes of War
Fortunes of War no pain anymore
Fortunes of War
Fortunes of War
Fortunes of War no pain anymore
Fortunes of War
Sometimes I wake
I feel that my spirit's broken
I wonder if I've strength ... carry on
Carry on
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(Blaze Bayley, Janick Gers, Steve Harris)
All my dark dreams drift
Like smoke in the breeze
The fear grips me as I fall towards my sleep
Here comes the nightmare that never ends
Here is the dream that makes monsters of men
In the house of my soul
In rooms of ugliness and cold
Memories locked away
All the doubts and fears I never faced
Now they come again
I am falling down to meet with them
Fears within us all
Mine awake and they stand up tall
Look for the truth
Deepest cut of all from you
Knife of the truth
Blade of harted slicing through
I pray my sleep will break
Maybe this time I won't wake
Weakness I hide so well
This dagger in my mind will tell
It's my final stand
I make a fist out of each hand
To shadows of the past
Take a breath and I scream attack
Look for the truth
Deepest cut of all from you
Knife of the truth
Blade of hatred slicing through
Here is the truth
Deepest cut of all from you
knife of the truth
Blade of hatred slicing through
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(Steve Harris, Blaze Bayley, Janick Gers)
Silently to silence fall
In the fields of futile war
Toys of death are spitting lead
Where boys that were our soldiers bled
War horse and war machine
Curse the name of liberty
Marching on as if they should
Mix in the dirt our brothers' blood
In the mud and rain
What are we fighting for
Is it worth the pain
It is worth dying for
Who will take the blame
Why did they make a war
Questions that come again
Should we be fighting at all
Once a ploughtman hitched his team
Here he sowed his little cream
Now bodies arms and legs are strewn
Where mustard gas and barbwire blooom
Each moment's like a year
I've nothing left inside for tears
Comrades dead or dying lie
I'm left alone asking why
In the mud and rain
What are we fighting for
Is it worth the pain
It is worth dying for
Who will take the blame
Why did they make a war
Questions that come again
Should we be fighting at all
After the war
Left feeling no one has won
After the war
What does a soldier become
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(Steve Harris)
A lonely cry for help reaching out for help
to anyone
A silent prayer to God to help you your way
I've been depressed so long
It's hard to remember when I was happy
I've felt like suicide a dozen times or more
But that's the easy way, that's the selfish way
The hardest part is to get on with your life
You're searching in the dark
Clutching at straws to find a way
You take the Tarot cards
And throw them to the wind
Your question your beliefs, your inner thoughts,
your whole existence
And if there is a God then answer if you will
And tell me of my fate, tell me of my place
Tell me if I'll ever rest in peace
If you could live your life again
Would you change a thing
Or leave it all the same
If you had the chance again
Would you change a thing at all
When you look back at your past
Can you say that you are proud
Of what you've done
Are there times when you believe
that the right you thought was wrong
All of my life I have believed
Judgement of Heaven is waiting for me
All of my life now I have believed
Judgement of Heaven awaits for me
All of my life I have believed
Judgement of Heaven is waiting for me
Is waiting for me ...
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(Steve Harris)
Sometimes it makes me wonder
Sometimes it makes me question
Sometimes it makes me saddened
Always it makes me angry but ...
When you can see it happening
The madness that's all around you
Nobody seens to worry
The World seens so powerless to act ...
It's out of control
Blood on The World's hands
Each day a new toll
Another assassination
The same day a new creation
But what are they coming into
Security of a world that brings ...
One day another killing
Somewhere there's someone starving
Another a savage raping
Meanwhile there's someone laughing at us
It's out of control
Blood on The World's hands
Each day it goes on
Brutality and aggression
Tomorrow another lesson
Expecting another air raid
Praying for a ceasefire ...
They say things are getting better
No need to be complacent
There's chaos across the border
And one day it could be happening to us
It's out of control
Blood in The World's hands
It's our epitaph
It's out of control
Someone should know
Blood on The World's hands
Someone should
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(Steve Harris, Blaze Bayley, Janick Gers)
I've looked into the heart of darkness
Where the blood-red journey ends
When you've faced the heart of darkness
Even your soul begins to bend
For a week I have been waiting
Still I am only in Saigon
The walls move in a little closer
I feel the jungle call me on
Every minute I get weaker
While in the jungle they grow strong
What I wanted was a mission
And for my sins they gave me one
They brought it up just like room service
'Cause everyone gets what they want
And when that mission was all over
I'd never want another one
I know, captain,
That you've done this work before
We've got a problem
You can help us all I'm sure
The colonel's gone rogue
And his methods are unsound
You'll take a PBR up river track him down
There's a conflict in every human heart
And the temptation is to take it all to far
In this war things get so confused
But there are some things
Which cannot be excused
He's acting like a God - an insane lunatic
Your mission - exterminate
With extreme prejudice
The route is dangerous
And your progress may be slow
Here is the file and it's all you need to know
Here I am the knife in my hand
And now I understand why the genius must die
Now I stand alone in the darkness
With his blood upon my hands
Where sat the warrior the poet
Now lie the fragments of a man
I've looked into the heart of darkness
Where the blood-red journey ends
When you've faced the heart of darkness
Even your soul begins to bend
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(Blaze Bayley, Janick Gers, Steve Harris)
I get in from work at 2 a.m.
And sit down with a beer
turn on late night TV
And then wonder why I'm here
It's meaningless and trivial
And it washes over me
And once again I wonder
Is this all there is for me
Here I am again
Look at me again
Here I am again
On my own
Trying hard to see
What there is for me
Here I am again
On my own
Life seens so pathetic
I wish I could leave it all behind
This canvas chair, this bed,
These walls that fall in on my mind
Hold on for something better
That just drags you through the dirt
Do you just let go or carry on
And try to take the hurt
Here I am again
Look at me again
Here I am again
On my own
Trying hard to see
What there is for me
Here I am again
On my own
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(Steve Harris, Janick Gers)
When you start to take a look within
Do you feel ease with what you see
Do you think you can have peace of mind
And have self-believe or be satisfied
Do you think you even like yourself
Or really think you could be someone else
Is there something that you'd rather be
Never thought you'd be, had the chance to see
All my life I've run away
All my life I've tried to hide away
Feel the paranoia creeping in
Like a cancer eating at the skin
Do you feel you've lost your self esteem
And your self respect, what can you expect
All my life I've run away
All my life I've tried to hide away
All my life ... I've run astray
Let my faith ... slip away
All my life ... I've run astray
Allowed my faith ... to drift away
Are you scared to look inside your mind
Are worried just at what you'll find
Do you really want to face the truth
Does it matter now, what have you got to lose
Try realease the anger from within
Forgive yourself a few immortal sins
Do you really care what people think
Are you strong enough to release the guilt
All my life I've run away
All my life I've tried to hide away
All my life ... I've run astray
Let my faith ... slip away
All my life ... I've run astray
Allowed my faith ... to drift away
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