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| 4:28 | 
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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 Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die 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 Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die Run, live to fly, fly to live, Aces high. |
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| 2. |
| 6:02 |
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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. *Repeat 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. *Repeat Midnight...all night... |
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| 3. |
| 4:15 | 
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| 4. |
| 4:06 |
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As a young boy chasing dragons with your wooden sword so mighty,
You're St. George or you're David and you always killed the beast. Times change very quickly, and you had to grow up early, A house in smoking ruins and the bodies at your feet. CHORUS You'll die as you lived In a flash of the blade, In a corner forgotten by no one. YOu llived for the touch For the feel of the steel One man, and his honour. The smell of resined leather The steely iron mask As you cut and thrust and parried at the fencing master's call. He taught you all he ever knew To fear no mortal man and now you'll wreak your vengeance in the Screams of evil men. CHORUS |
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| 6:10 |
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He threw down a glove you made the mistake
Of picking it up now you're gone The choosing of guns or fighting with swords The choice of weapons is done He'll tear you apart as soon as you start You know you don't have a chance. *OH...OH...Fight for the honour Fight for the splendour Fight for the pleasure OH...OH...Fight for the honour Fight for the splendour Fight for your life! Ready to start the duel begins the best man wins in the end. A lunge and a feint, a parry too late A cut to the chest and you're down Seeing the stain then feeling the pain Feeling the sweat on your brow. *Repeat The fighting resumes, a silence looms the swordsmen move 'gainst each other A cut and a thrust, a parry, a blow, a stab to the heart and you're down The Angel of Death hears your last breath Meanwhile the Reaper looks on. OH...OH...Fought the honour Fought for the splendour Fought for the pleasure OH...OH...Fought for the honour fought for the splendour Fought to the death |
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| 6. |
| 5:03 |
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Turn the spotlights on the people,
Switch the dial and eat the worm. Take your chances, kill the engine, Drop your bombs and let it burn. White flags shot to ribbons, The truce is black and burned, Shellshock in the kitchen, Tables overturned. *Back in the village again, In the village. I'm back in the village again. Throwing dice now, rolling loaded, I see sixes all the way. In a black hole, and I'm spinning As my wings get shot away. No breaks on the inside, Paper cats and burning barns, There's a fox among the chickens, And a killer in the hounds. Questions are a burden And answers are a prison for oneself Shellshock in the kitchen Tables start to burn. *Repeat But still we walk into the valley And others try to kill the inner flame We're burning brighter than before I don't have a number, I'M A NAME! *Repeat |
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| 7. |
| 6:50 |
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Into the abyss I'll fall-the eye of Horus
Into the eyes of the night-watching me go Green is the cat's eye that glows-in this temple Enter the risen Osiris-risen again. *Tell me why I had to be a powerslave I don't wanna die, I'm a god, why can'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-fear was my game People would worship and fall-drop to their knees So bring me the blood and red wine for the one to succeed me For he is a man and a god-and he will die too. *Repeat Now I am cold but a ghost lives in my veins, Silent the terror that reigned-maarbled in stone Shell of a man God preserved-a thousand ages But open the gates of my hell-I will strike from the grave. *Repeat |
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| 13:09 |
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Hear the rime of the ancient mariner
See his eye as he stops one of three Mesmerises one of the wedding guests Stay here and listen to the nightmares of the sea. And the music plays on, as the bride passes by Caught by his spell and the mariner tells his tale. Driven south to the land of the snow and ice To a place where nobody's been Through the snow fog flies on the albatross Hailed in God's name, hoping good luck it brings. And the ship sails on, back to the North Through the fog and ice and the albatross follows on. The mariner kills the bird of good omen His shipmates cry against what he's done BUt when the fog clears, they justify him And make themselves a part of the crime. Sailing on and on and north across the sea Sailing on and on and north 'til all is calm. The albatross begins with its vengeance A terrible curse a thirst has begun His shipmates blame bad luck on the mariner About his neck, the dead bird is hung. And the curse goes on and on at sea And the thirst goes on and on for them and me. "Day after day, day after day, we stuck nor breath nor motion as idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean Water, water everywhere and all the boards did shrink Water, water everywhere nor any drop to drink." There calls the mariner There comes a ship over the line BUt how can she sail with no wind in her sails and no tide. See...onward she comes Onward she nears out of the sun See, she has no crew She has no life, wait but there's two. Death and she Life in Death, They throw their dice for the crew She wins the mariner and he belongs 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 star dogged moon, too quick for groan or sigh each turned his facce with a ghastly pang and cursed me with his eye four times fifty living men (and I heard nor sigh nor groan) with heavy thump, a lifeless lump, they dropped down one by one." The curse it lives on in their eyes The mariner wished he'd die Along with the sea creatures But they lived on, so did he. and by the light of the moon He prays for their beauty not doom With heart he blesses them God's creatures all of them too. Then the spell starts to break The albatross falls from his neck Sinks down like lead into the sea Then down in falls comes the rain. Hear the groans of the long dead seamen See them stir and they start to rise Bodies lifted by good spirits None of them speak and they're lifelesss in their eyes And revenge is still sought, penance starts again Cast into a trance and the nightmare carries on. Now the curse is finally lifted And the mariner sights his home spirits go fromhe long dead bodies Form their own light and the mariner's left alone. And then a boat came sailing towards him It was a joy he could not believe The pilot's boat, his son and the hermit, Penance of life will fall onto him. And the ship sinks like lead into the sea And the hermit shrieves the mariner of his sins. The mariner's bound to tell of his story To tell this tale wherever he goes To teach God's word by his own example That we must love all things thaat God made. And the wedding guest's a sad and wiser man And the tale goes on and on and on. |
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