전설적인 헤비메틀의 제왕 `아이언 메이든`의 카리스마 브루스 디킨슨의 첫 베스트앨범. 강력한 파워와 누구도 흉내낼 수 없는 드라마틱한 창법으로 아이언 메이든을 전설의 반열에 올려놓았던 보컬리스트이자 프론트맨이었던 브루스 디킨슨, 그가 솔로로 발표했던 4장의 앨범과 라이브 앨범 중 최고의 트랙만을 엄선하여 만든 앨범. 정통 메틀만이 아니라 얼터너티브의 향취까지 느낄 수 있을 만큼 다양한 사운드가 담겨 있는 본작에는 2곡의 신곡이 추가되어 더욱 반갑다. 특히 헬로윈의 프로듀서인 ROYZ가 참여하여 화제가 되었던 앨범이기도 하다. .... ....
When the dying western sun dips low And the raincloud rises in the east Between the lines of truth and the words of faith Lie the fiery duties of the priest
Stir the blood of ancient things Drawing down the moon
From the hill of Tarna see the Beltane fires And the silent Celtic kings await From the midnight hour to the light of dawn Feel the mountain tremble and your heart will shake
Stir the memories of the stones We are drawing down the moon In the circle of the old ways Of the wicker man
Wicker man, wicker man From the beacon hill cast your fire on this land Wicker man, wicker man From the beacon hill throw your ashes on our hands
Let the pendulum go Let it sway away Let the chimes ring out On this solstice day
When the earth renews When the seed reveals When we are reborn Every waking dream
When the earth renews itself When the seed reveals itself When the earth renews itself When the seed reveals itself
When we are reborn In every waking dream Every tree and leaf Every frozen stream When the earth renews itself When the seed reveals itself
When we are reborn In every waking dream Every tree and leaf Every frozen stream When the earth renews itself When the seed reveals itself
How many lifetimes, how many beginnings How many lovers, how many threats How many religions to keep us all guessing Give me a reason. Why? Hell is a reason. Why?
The real world, You've got to fight to see it through The real world, It's like the cages in the zoo The real world, Is there a lifelong there to be? The real world, the real world
Too many people try to sell you their cages Killing the fox till the jailer arrives If living in zoos Is your idea of outrageous Don't pick any animal, I'll be the wild one
The real world, You've got to fight to see it through The real world, It's likes the cages in the zoo The real world can leave you Hanging by a thread The real world, the real world
A silent sleeping vampire, arisen from its grave As I lie still and quiet in the dark The only sign of breathing, a flicker on my skin The only sign of life, my beating heart What does it take to open my eyes? What does it take to register surprise? What does it take to feel joy? What does it take to feel pain? Floors creak but doors are still I've read all the books about being ill I know the truth and truth knows I'm right One day you'll fear me in the night
A drowning man sees daylight Coming up for air' I've been working hard for this All my life and I like it this way
I know they're staking out my house That's why I'm quiet like a mouse I don't know love but I know what's right I feel my sickness every night My tv fills my world with light 24 hours of second sight I talk to God on my station He gives me secret information
A drowning man sees daylight Coming up for air' I've been working hard for this All my life and I like it this way
Mother, suffocate me Mother, suffocate me There's no way out of here It's tearing me apart There's no way out of here There's no way out of here Mother, suffocate me There's no way out of here There's no way out of here No-no-no way out of here
Here, in a church, a small boy is kneeling He prays to a god he does not know, he cannot feel All of his sins of childhood he will remember He will not cry, tears he will not cry
Man of sorrows, I won't see your face Man of sorrows, you left without a trace His small boy wonders, what was it all about? Is your journey over - has it just begun?
Vision of a new world from the ashes of the old "Do what thou wilt!", he screams from his cursed soul A tortured seer, a prophet of our emptiness Wondering why, wondering why...
Man of sorrows, I won't see your face (I won't see your face) Man of sorrows, you left without a trace His small boy wonders, what was it all about? Is your journey over - has it just begun?
A man of sorrows, wrecked With thoughts that dare not speak their name Trapped inside a body, made to feel only guilt and shame His anger all his life - "I hate myself!", he cried "Do what thou wilt!" "Do what thou wilt!", he cried
Man of sorrows, I won't see your face (I won't see your face) Man of sorrows, you left without a trace (left without a trace) His small boy wonders, what was it all about? Is your journey over - has it just begun?
Man of sorrows, I won't see your face (I won't see your face) Man of sorrows, you left without a trace (left without a trace) His small boy wonders, what was it all about? Is your journey over - has it just begun? Has it just begun?
Before I met my baby, there was a whole lot going on Yea, before I met my baby, there was a whole lot going on I used to wag my tail in every corner, never hesitate to give that bitch a bone
Before I met my baby didn't have a clue Before I met my baby I didn't know what I should do Before I met my baby this misguided mutt made dogmeat out of you and everybody else
She went to see my kennel, she said "It's like a rabbit huch" She went to see my kennel, she said "It smells too much" She wouldn't wag her tail or nothing at all until the furniture-man called He said take it away, oh yeah, go on, let's guitar
One time, baby, I took her for a walk Two timing bitch, I tried to squash her under a truck Three time looser, this ain't no game Five hand shuffle driving me insane I can't get it when I want it, when I call her she don't answer to her name
We settle down into a laugh of bliss or so it seemed I adjusted to the endless wine and foodmixes end her talking to me It was hell, I tell you And when I dug my bone up, she threw my bone right back at me!
Some... There's some harmonica? In the ball?
I finished with that bitch, he'd left her tied up to a tree She had a note around her neck saying, "Take this one, she's free" Before I met my baby my life was misery Before I met my baby my life was misery
Say goodbye to earth's children on a sleigh ride to the moon Blue and white in the distance, not sorry I'm leaving you Now and then the earthrise fills my eyes Now and then the darkside fills the sky Turn around the starlight warms my skin Even in the blackness there's a tune
Now that I'm not with you I close my eyes and dream Remember all my days as a prisoner of gravity I left a piece of history and the future has begun Sat here with my feet hung up and nowhere is my home
Now and then the earthrise fills my dreams Squeeze my fist in anger, remember what it means Turn around the starlight warms my skin Everyday in the blackness we begin...again
Now and then the earthrise fills my eyes Squeeze my fist in anger, remember what it means Turn around the starlight warms my skin Everyday in the blackness we begin
Welcome back to the human race so very far from home I know I should be lonely but there's too much going on I left this ball of sadness when the fighting had begun To leave behind your mayhem, your chemistry are free
I'm in a band with an Italian drummer and all the girls just fall in his lap I'm in a band with an Italian drummer But for a foreigner he's quite a nice chap
He just cooks pasta, always faster He smokes with his father, makes good carbonara His cock's too long to fit in this song He shaves his legs and always thinks about sex His hands have blisters, don't trust him with your sisters He talks baloni and eats rigatoni His name's on his sticks, he's got smelly armpits And when he plays his drums it sounds like this
I'm in a band with an Italian drummer and all the girls just fall in his lap I'm in a band with an Italian drummer But for a foreigner he's quite a nice chap
He's really Italian, hung like a stallion He never takes a rest from chasing breasts and legs He hates Peter Criss but he still likes Kiss And when he plays his drums it sounds like this
I'm in a band with an Italian drummer and all the girls just fall in his lap I'm in a band with an Italian drummer But for a foreigner he's quite a nice chap
"The characters described in this song are fictitious and any similarity to real people living or dead is entirely coincidental and unintentional"
I'm in a band with an Italian drummer and all the girls just fall in his lap I'm in a band with an Italian drummer But for a foreigner he's quite a nice chap
He's really Italian, he's hung like a stallion His cock's too long to fit in this song He shaves his legs, always thinks about sex His hands have blisters, don't trust him with your sisters He talks baloni and eats rigatoni His name's on his sticks, he's got smelly armpits when he plays his drums... ...do you know someone like this?
I'm in a band with an Italian drummer I'm in a band with a foreign chap (Repeat in infinity)
"You know son, it's like this you see. We met him down the pub one day and eerm... he looked a bit of a geezer at the time. Ha! It was only when we gave him a fucking saxophone that he discovered he was a fucking drummer didn't he! Fucking cunt! So we got rid of his saxophone and eerm... put these drums there instead. And eerm... he was a star really. And there's nothing we can do about it really."
I'm in a band, in a band, in a band...
"Hey, are you fucking talking to me, aye?
Minchia! Minchia! Minchia! E' come se metti del peperoncino nel culo di una porta che scoreggia nuvole di nero. E poi c'era una vacca... Io non ho capito che dice questo ragazzo inglese... Non mi ricordo.
Ehi Vito, ma che cazzo dice, eh ?! E te l'ho detto, io non capisco una minchia questo ragazzo straniero.
...fucking talking to you, aye!!! Ah, think so! Andate a 'fanculo !!!"
And did those feet in ancient times Walk upon England's mountains green Was the holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen
And did the countenance divine Shine forth on our clouded hill Was Jerusalem built here On England's green and pleasant land
Let it rain, let it rain, wash the scales from my eyes Let it rain, let it rain, let me see again
Bring me my bow of burning gold Bring me my arrows of desire I shall not sleep to the clouds unfold Bring me my chariot of fire
Let it rain, let it rain, tears of blood fall out of the sky Let it rain, let it rain, wash me clean again
From the frozen waters, the king will rise again With two suns in the sky
I shall not cease from mental fight Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand Till we have built Jerusalem In England's green and pleasant land
Let it rain, let it rain, tears of blood fall out of the sky Let it rain, let it rain, wash me clean again
See the gleaming spires of the citadel The king and queen will dwell, in our hearts
Can Jerusalem, be rebuilded here In this trivial time, in this land of fear In Jerusalem, where the grail remains Walk into the light and dissolve the chains
Waiting for the midnight hour Waiting for the midnight hour Waiting for the midnight hour Waiting for the midnight hour Waiting for the midnight hour Waiting for the midnight hour
My name is Dracula, Come here, I've something for you Dracula, I need a little life Dracula, And you are gonna be my wife
Walking through the town when the streets are bare in the night Shadows everywhere, are you sure it's a trick of the light? Fear is at your heal but you kick it away, you're so sure theres nothing behind you That's a mistake you can make just one time
I bet you thought that I was a ficticous guy from the movie screen Now its far too late for you to break this date, you missed your chance to scream My only sense of humor's in a jugular vein and your neck is on the menu tonight Soon you will know what it's like to be mine
My name is Dracula, Come here, I've something for you Dracula, I need a little life Dracula, And you are gonna be my wife
As long as you live, the Bride of Dracula As long as you live, the Bride of Dracula As long as you live, the Bride of Dracula
As long as you live You'll be Waiting, waiting for the midnight hour Waiting, waiting for the midnight hour Waiting, waiting for the midnight hour Waiting, waiting for the midnight hour Waiting, waiting for the midnight hour Waiting, waiting for the midnight hour Waiting, waiting for the midnight hour Waiting, waiting for the midnight hour