Banda: Iron Maiden
País: Reino Unido
Género: Heavy Metal
Álbum: Powerslave
Fecha Publicación: Septiembre 03 1984
Line Up:
Bruce Dickinson - Voz
Dave Murray - Guitarra
Adrian Smith - Guitarra
Steve Harris - Bajo
Nicko McBrain - Batería
- Aces High
- 2 Minutes To Midnight
- Losfer Words (Big 'Orra)
- Flash Of The Blade
- The Duellists
- Back In The Village
- Powerslave
- Rime Of The Ancient Mariner
1. Aces High
There goes the siren that warns of the air raid
There 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 engine
Remove all the wheel blocks 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
Running, scrambling, flying
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
Move into fire at the mainstream of bombers
Let off a sharp burst and then turn away
Roll over, spin round and come in behind them
Move to their blindsides and firing again
Bandits at eight o'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 glamor, 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
Napalm screams of human flames for 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 machines and feed them with our babies
The killer's breed or the Demon's seed
The glamor, 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 glamor, 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, is all night
Midnight, midnight
Midnight, is all night
Midnight, all night
3. Losfer Words (Big 'Orra)
(Instrumental)
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 the 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 ever 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 the blade
In a corner forgotten by no one
You lived for the touch for the feel of the steel
One man and his Honour
Die as you lived in a flash of the blade
In a corner forgotten by no one
You lived for the touch for the feel of the steel
One man and his Honour
You'll die as you lived in a flash of the 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 a 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
O-oh! Fight for the honor
Fight for the splendor
Fight for the pleasure
O-oh! Fight for the honor
Fight for the splendor
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
O-oh! Fight for the honor
Fight for the splendor
Fight for the pleasure
O-oh! Fight for the honor
Fight for the splendor
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
O-oh! Fought for the honor
Fought for the splendor
Fought for the pleasure
O-oh! Fought for the honor
Fought for the splendor
Fought to the Death
6. Back In The Village
I 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 bu-bu-bu-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, yeah
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 eyes as he stops one of three
Mesmerizes one of the wedding guests
Stay here and listen to the nightmares of the Sea
And the music plays on and the bride passes by
Caught by his spell and the Mariner tells his tale
Driven south to the land of the snow and ice
To a place where nobody's been
Through the snow fog flies 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 no breath no motion
As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean
Water, water, everywhere and all the boards did shrink
Water, water, everywhere no 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
She, onward she comes
Onward she nears, out of the sun
She 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 the 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 Pilot's boat, his son and the hermit
Penance of life will fall onto Him
And the ship it sinks like lead into the sea
And the hermit shrives 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 and on
