Woorden: Bruce Dickinson. A Tyranny Of Souls.

When shall we three meet again?
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
When the hurlyburly's done?
When the battle's lost, not won?

A tyranny of souls
That love has lost
A tyranny of souls
A pentecost
Speaking tongues of fire
Enflaming our desires
Watching as we die

Who rips the child out from the womb?
Who raise the dagger, who plays the tune?
At the crack of doom on judgment day
No ocean could wash my sins away

A tyranny of souls
That love has lost
A tyranny of souls
A pentecost
Speaking tongues of fire
Enflaming our desires
Watching as we die
On our own cross
A tyranny of souls

We are the black space
We are the black light
We shine where no others dare

Killin' my hater from beyond
Suffering the fate of no reason
Love is a relative stranger to my life

Tears of the fateful
Seeds of betrayal

Hammer the nail into my hand
Anger is ruler in my land
I am the killer of weakness in my head

We are the black light
We are the black space

A tyranny of souls
That love has lost
A tyranny of souls
A pentecost
Speaking tongues of fire
Enflaming our desires
Watching as we die
On our own cross
A tyranny of souls

A tyranny of souls
That love has lost
A tyranny of souls
A pentecost
Speaking tongues of fire
Enflaming our desires
Watching as we die


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