s no turning back. The Bugle sounds and the charge begins But on this battlefield no one wins The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath As I plunge on into certain death
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. [Narrative] "One after
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
: [Harris] I left alone my mind was blank I needed time think to get the memories from my mind What did I see can I believe that what I saw that night
: [Dickinson] "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
See the blood begin to flow as it falls upon the floor. Iron Maiden can't be faught, Iron Maiden can't be sought. [Chorus:] Oh Well, wherever, wherever you are, Iron Maiden
got a thing on me, I'm running wild, I'm running free. [Chorus:] Puller here at the Bottle Top, whiskey, dancing, disco hop. Now all the boys are after
please tell me that I'm dreaming It's not easy to stop from screaming But words escape me when I try to speak Tears they flow but why am I crying After
freedom the stab in the back Women and children and cowards attack Run to the hills run for your lives Run to the hills run for your lives Soldier
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 empty
's no turning back. The Bugle sounds and the charge begins But on this battlefield no one wins The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath As I plunge on into certain death
for freedom the stab in the back Women and children and cowards attack Run to the hills run for your lives Run to the hills run for your lives Soldier
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
't got a thing on me, I'm running wild, I'm running free. [Chorus:] Puller here at the Bottle Top, whiskey, dancing, disco hop. Now all the boys are after
[Dickinson] "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,
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