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IRON MAIDEN LYRICS

Powerslave

"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 weíve 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
thereís no time to waste
Gathering speed as we head down the runway
Gotta get airborne before itís too late

Running, scrambling, flying
Rolling, turning, diving, going in again
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Wonít 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 0íclock move in behind us
Ten ME-109ís 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
Wonít you run, live to fly , fly to live, Aces high




2. 2 Minutes to Midnight

Kill for gain or shoot to maim
But we donít 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
Hereís my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death

The killerís breed or the demonís seed
The glamour, the fortune, the pain
Go to war again, blood is freedomís stain
Donít 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
Weíll 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 killerís breed or the demonís seed
The glamour, the fortune, the pain
Go to war again, blood is freedomís stain
Donít 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 killerís breed or the demonís seed
The glamour, the fortune, the pain
Go to war again, blood is freedomís stain
Donít 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.
Youíre St. George or youíre 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

Youíll 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 masterís call
He taught you all he never knew
To fear no mortal man
And now youíll wreak your vengeance in the
Screams of evil men

Youíll 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 youíre gone
The choosing of guns or fighting with swords
The choice of weapons is done
Heíll tear you apart as soon as you start
You know you donít 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 youíre 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 youíre 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
Iím back in the village again

Throwing dice now, rolling loaded
I see sixes all the way
In a black hole, and Iím 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
Iím back in the village again

No breaks on the inside
Paper cats and burning barns
Thereís 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
Iím back in the village again

But still we walk into the valley
And others try to kill the inner flame
Weíre burning brighter than before
I donít have a number, I'm a name

Back in the village again
In the village
Iím back in the village again

Back in the village again
In the village
Iím back in the village again

Back in the village
Iím back in the village
Iím back in the village again




7. Powerslave

Into the Abyss Iíll fall-the eye of Horus
Into the eyes of the night, watching me go
Green is the catís eye that glows
in this Temple
Enter the risen Osiris-risen again

Tell me why I had to be a Powerslave
I donít wanna die, Iím a God
why canít I live on?
When the Life Giver dies
all around is laid waste
And in my last hour
Iím 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 donít wanna die, Iím a God
why canít I live on?
When the Life Giver dies
all around is laid waste
And in my last hour
Iím 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 donít wanna die, Iím a God
why canít I live on?
When the Life Giver dies
all around is laid waste
And in my last hour
Iím 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 nobodyís been
Through the snow fog flies on the albatross
Hailed in Godís 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 heís 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

ďDay 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.Ē

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 thereís 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

ďOne 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 heíd 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
Godís 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 theyíre 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 Marinerís 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 Marinerís bound to tell of his story
To tell his tale wherever he goes
To teach Godís word by his own example
That we must love all things that God made

And the wedding guestís a sad and wiser man
And the tale goes on and on and on

 


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