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Powerslave (1984)
1. Aces High[Harris]There goes the siren that warns of the air raidThen comes the sound of the guns sending flakOut for the scramble we've got to get airborneGot to get up for the coming attack.Jump in the cockpit and start up the enginesRemove all the wheel blocksthere's no time to wasteGathering speed as we head down the runwayGotta get airborne before it's too lateRunning, scrambling, flyingRolling, turning, diving, going in againRun, live to fly, fly to live, do or dieRun, live to fly, fly to live, Aces highMove in to fire at the mainstream of bombersLet off a sharp burst and then turn awayRoll over, spin round and come in behind themMove to their blindsides and firing againBandits at 8 o'clock move in behind usTen ME-109's out of the sunAscending and turning out spitfires to face themHeading straight for them I press my guns.Rolling, turning, divingRolling, turning, diving, goin' againRun, live to fly, fly to live, do or dieRun, live to fly, fly to live, Aces high.2. 2 Minutes To Midnight[Smith/Dickinson]Kill for gain or shoot to maimBut we don't need a reasonTo Golden Goose is on the looseAnd never out of seasonSome blackened pride still burns insideThis shell of bloody treasonHere's my gun for a barrel of funFor the love of living deathThe killer's breed or the Demon's seed,The glamour, the fortune, the pain,Go to war again, blood is freedom's stainBut don't you pray for my soul anymore.2 minutes to midnight,The hands that treaten doom.2 minutes to midnight,To kill the unborn in the womb.The blind men shout "Let the creatures outWe'll show the unbeliverers."The napalm screams of human flamesOf a prime time Belsen feast ... yeah!As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravyWe 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 stainBut don't you pray for my soul anymore.2 minutes to midnight,The hands that treaten doom.2 minutes to midnight,To kill the unborn in the womb.The body bags and little rags of children torn in twoAnd the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on youAs the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their songTo 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 stainBut don't you pray for my soul anymore.2 minutes to midnight,The hands that treaten doom.2 minutes to midnight,To kill the unborn in the womb.MidnightMidnightMidnightIt's all nightMidnightMidnightMidnightIt's all night3. Losfer Words (Big 'Orra)[Harris][instrumental]4. Flash Of The Blade[Dickinson]As a young boy chasing Dragonswith your wooden sword so mighty,You're St. George or you're David and you alwayskilled the beastTimes change very quicklyAnd you had to grow up earlyA house in smoking ruins and the bodies at your feet[Chorus:]You'll die as you livedIn a flash of the bladeIn a corner forgotten by no-oneYou lived for the touchFor the feel of the steelOne man, and his Honour.The smell of resined leatherThe steely iron maskAs you cut and thrust and parried at thefencing master's callHe taught you all he ever knewTo fear no mortal manAnd now you'll wreak your vengeance in theScreams of evil man.[Chorus:][Repeat chorus]5. The Duellists[Harris]He threw down a glove you made the mistakeOf picking it up now you're goneThe choosing of guns or figthing with swordsThe choise of weapons is goneHe'll tear you apart as soon as you startYou know you don't have a chance[Chorus:]OH...OH... Fight for the HonourFight for the SplendourFight for the PleasureOH...OH... Fight for the HonourFight for the SplendourFight for your Life!Ready to start the duel beginsthe best man wins in the endA lunge and a feint, a parry too lateA cut to the chest and you're downSeeing the stain then feeling the painFeeling the sweat on your brow[Chorus:]The fighting resumes, a silence looms theSwordsman move 'gainst each otherA cut and a thrust, a parry, a blowa stab to the heart and you're downThe Angel of Death hears your last breathMeanwhile the reaper looks onOH...OH... Fought for the HonourFought for the SplendourFought for the PleasureOH...OH... Fought for the HonourFought for the SplendourFought to the Death6. Back In The Village[Smith/Dickinson]Turn the spotlights on the peopleSitch the dial and eat the wormTake your chances, kill the engineDrop your bombs and let it burnWhite flags shot to ribbons,The truce in black and burned.Shellshock in the kitchen.Tables overturned[Chorus:]Back in the village againIn the village,I'm back in the village again.Throwing dice now, rolling loadedI see sixes all the way,In a black hole and I'm spinningAs my wings get shot away.Questions are a burdenAnd answers are a prison for oneselfShellshock in the kitchenTables start to burn.[Chorus:]Back in the village againIn the village,I'm back in the village again.No breaks on the inside,Paper cats and burning barns,There's fox among the chickens,And a killer in the hounds.Questions are a burdenAnd answers are a prison for oneselfShellshock in the kitchenTables start to burn.[Chorus:]Back in the village againIn the village,I'm back in the village again.But still we walk into the valleyAnd others try to kill the inner flameWe're burning brighter and beforeI don't have a number, I'M A NAME!Back in the village againIn the villageI'm back in the village againBack in the village againIn the villageI'm back in the villageBack in the villageBack in the village again.7. Powerslave[Dickinson]Into the Abyss I'll fall - the eye of HorusInto the eyes of the night - watching me goGreen is the cat's eye that glows -In this TempleEnter the risen Osiris - risen again.[Chorus:]Tell me why I had to be a PowerslaveI don't wanna die, I'm a God,Why can't I live on?When the Life Giver dies,All around is laid waste,And in my last hour,I'm a Slave to the Power of Death.When I was living this lie - Fear was my GamePeople would worship and fall -Drop to their knees.So bring me the blood andRed wine for the one to succeed me,For he is a man and a God -And He will die too.[Chorus:]Now I am cold but a ghost lives in my veins,Silent the terror that reigned -Marbled in stoneA Shell of a man God preserved -From thousand ages,But open the gates of my hell -I'll strike from the grave[Chorus:]Tell me why I had to be a PowerslaveI don't wanna die, I'm a God,Why can't I live on?When the Life Giver dies,All around is laid waste,And in my last hour,I'm a Slave to the Power of Death.Slave to the Power of Death...Slave to the Power of Death...8. Rime Of The Ancient Mariner[Harris]Hear the rime of the Ancient MarinerSee his eye as he stops one of threeMesmerises one of the wedding guestsStay here and listen to the nightmaresof the SeaAnd the music plays on, as the bride passes byCaught by his spell andthe Mariner tells his tale.Driven south to the land of the snow and iceTo a place where nobody's beenThrough the snow fog flies on the albatrossHailed in God's name,hoping good luck it brings.And the ship sails on, back to the NorthThrough the fog and ice andthe albatross follows onThe mariner kills the bird of good omenHis shipmates cry against what he's doneBut when the fog clears, they justify himAnd make themselves a part of the crime.Sailing on and on and North across the seaSailing on and on and North 'till all is calmThe albatross begins with its vengeanceA terrible curse a thirst has begunHis shipmates blame bad luck on the MarinerAbout his neck, the dead bird is hung.And the curse goes on and on at seaAnd the curse goes on and on for them and me."Day after day, day after day,we stuck nor breath nor motionAs idle as a painted ship upon a painted oceanWater, water everywhere andall the boards did shrinkWater, water everywhere nor any drop to drink."[SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE (1798-1834)]There, calls the marinerthere comes a ship over the lineBut how can she sail with no windin her sails and no tide.See... onward she comesOnwards she nears, out of the sunSee... she has no crewShe has no life, wait but there's twoDeath and she Life in Death,they throw their dice for the crewShe wins the Mariner and he belongs to her now.Then ... crew one by oneThey drop down dead, two hundred menShe... She, Life in Death.She lets him live, her chosen one.[NARRATIVE]"One after one by the star dogged moon,too quick for groan or sighEach turned his face with a ghastly pangand cursed me with his eyeFour times fifty living men(and I heard nor sigh nor groan),With heavy thump, a lifeless lump,they dropped down one by one."[SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE (1798-1834)]The curse it lives on in their eyesThe Mariner he wished he'd dieAlong with the sea creaturesBut they lived on, so did he.And by the light of moonHe prays for their beauty not doomWith heart he blesses themGod's creatures all of them too.Then the spell starts to breakThe albatross falls from his neckSinks down like lead into the SeaThen down in falls comes the rain.Hear the groans od the long dead seamenSee them stir and they start to riseBodies lifted by good spiritsNone of them speakand they're lifeless in their eyesAnd revenge is still sought, penance starts againCast into a trance and the nightmare carries on.Now the curse is finally liftedAnd the Mariner sights his homeSpirits go from the long dead bodiesForm their own light andthe Mariner's left aloneAnd then a boat came sailing towards himIt was a joy he could not believeThe Pilot's boat, his son and the hermitPenance of life will fall onto Him.And the ship it sinks like lead into the seaAnd the hermit shrieves the mariner of his sinsThe Mariner's bound to tell of his storyTo tell his tale wherever he goesTo teach God's word by his own exampleThat we must love all things that God made.And the wedding guest's a sad and wiser manAnd the tale goes on and on and on.Adrian Smith - Lead and Rhythm GuitarsBruce Dickinson - VocalsDave Murray - Lead and Rhythm GuitarsNicko McBrain - DrumsSteve Harris - Bass
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