't I live on? When the life giver dies, all around is laid to waste And in my last hour, I'm a slave to the power of death When I was living this lie
to her now Then crew one by one They drop down dead, two hundred men She, she, Life in Death She lets him live, her chosen one One after one by the
Oh, God of earth and altar Bow down and hear our cry Our earthly rulers falter Our people drift and die The walls of gold entomb us The swords of scorn
C'mon yeah I've been looking so long for you now You won't get away from my grasp You've been living so long in hiding In hiding behind that false mask
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
inside The red light's burning bright tonight Charlotte isn't it time you stopped this mad life Don't you ever think about the bad times Why do you have to live
Revelations "O God of Earth and Altar, Bow down and hear our cry, Our earthly rulers falter, Our people drift and die, The walls of gold entomb us, The
We shall go on to the end. We shall fight in France. We shall fight on the seas and oceans. We shall fight with brave confidence and great strenght in
Born into a scene of angriness and greed Dominance and persecution My mother was a queen, my dad I've never seen I was never meant to be And now I spend
wants to go home Children of the damned Children of the damned Children of the damned Children of the damned He's walkin' like a dead man If he had lived
"We shall go on to the end. We shall fight in France We shall fightover the seas and oceans. we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength
gonna die, you're gonna die 13, the beast is rising The Frenchman did surmise Through earthquakes and starvation The warlord will arise Terror, death
(c) 1985 Iron Maiden (Holdings) Ltd. Intro: Churchill's Speech 1:09
翻訳: アイアンメイデン. 死後のアイアンメイデンのライブ.
it's too late. Running, scrambling, flying Rolling, turning, diving, going in again Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die Run, live to fly, fly to live
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
: [Smith Dickinson] 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
: I walk a lonly road the only one that I ever none don't know where it goes but it's home to me and I walk alone. I walk this
