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IRON MAIDEN LYRICS
"Powerslave" (1984)
1. Aces High
2. 2 Minutes to Midnight
3. Losfer Words (Big 'Orra)
4. Flash of the Blade
5. The Duellists
6. Back in the Village
7. Powerslave
8. Rime of the Ancient Mariner
1. Aces High
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
Won’t you 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 to come in behind them
Move to their blindsides and firing again
Bandits at 8 0’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
Rolling, turning, diving
Rolling, turning, diving
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Won’t you run, live to fly , fly to live, Aces high
2. 2 Minutes to Midnight
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.
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
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.
The killer’s breed or the demon’s seed
The glamour, the fortune, the pain
Go to war again, blood is freedom’s stain
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 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.
The killer’s breed or the demon’s seed
The glamour, the fortune, the pain
Go to war again, blood is freedom’s stain
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
Midnight... midnight... midnight... It's all night
Midnight... midnight... midnight... It's all night
3. Losfer Words (Big 'Orra)
4. Flash of the Blade
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
You’ll die as you lived
In a flash of a blade
In a corner forgotten by no-one
You lived 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 never knew
To fear no mortal man
And now you’ll wreak your vengeance in the
Screams of evil men
You’ll die as you lived
In a flash of a blade
In a corner forgotten by no-one
You lived for the touch
For the feel of the steel
One man and his honour
5. The Duellists
He threw down the 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
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
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 for the honour
Fought for the splendour
Fought for the pleasure
OH...OH...Fought for the honour
Fought for the splendour
Fought to the death
6. Back in the Village
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
Questions are a burden
And answers are a prison for oneself
Shellshock in the kitchen
Tables start to burn
Back in the village again
In the village
I’m back in the village again
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
Back in the village again
In the village
I’m back in the village again
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
Back in the village again
In the village
I’m back in the village again
Back in the village again
In the village
I’m back in the village again
Back in the village
I’m back in the village
I’m back in the village again
7. Powerslave
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 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.
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 waste
And in my last hour
I’m a slave to the Power of Death
Now I am cold but a ghost lives in my veins
Silent the terror that reigned
marbled in stone
A shell of a man God preserved
for a thousand ages
But open the gates of my Hell
I will strike from my grave
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 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
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 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 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 face 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 he 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 lifeless 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 from the 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 pilots 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 his tale wherever he goes
To teach God’s word by his own example
That we must love all things that 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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