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Lyrics for Edward The Great (2002)

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Cover of Edward The Great (2002)

Tracklist

Total length: 73:04
  1. Run To The Hills (3:57)
  2. The Number Of The Beast (4:53)
  3. Flight Of Icarus (3:52)
  4. The Trooper (4:12)
  5. 2 Minutes to Midnight(6:01)
  6. Wasted Years (5:07)
  7. Can I Play with Madness (3:31)
  8. The Evil That Men Do (4:34)
  9. The Clairvoyant (4:27)
  10. Infinite Dreams (6:11)
  11. Holy Smoke (3:48)
  12. Bring Your Daughter…to The Slaughter (4:44)
  13. Man On The Edge (4:13)
  14. Futureal (2:56)
  15. The Wicker Man (4:34)
  16. Fear Of The Dark (Live in Rio) (8:04)

Run To The Hills

Steve Harris

The white man came across the sea,
He brought us pain and misery
He killed our tribes he killed our creed,
He took our game for his own need
We fought him hard we fought him well,
Out on the plains we gave him hell
But many came to much for Cree,
Oh will we ever be set free?

Riding through dust clouds and barren wastes,
Galloping hard on the plains
Chasing the redskins back to their holes,
Fighting them at their own game
Murder 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

Soldiers blue in the barren wastes,
Hunting and killing the game
Raping the women and wasting the men,
The only good Indians are tame
Selling them whiskey and taking their gold,
Enslaving the young and destroying the old

Run to the hills, run for your lives
Run to the hills, run for your lives

Solo

Run to the hills, run for your lives
Run to the hills, run for your lives

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The Number Of The Beast

Steve Harris

I left alone, my mind was blank,
I needed time to think, to get the memories from my mind
What did I see? Can I believe
That what I saw that night was real and not just fantasy

Just what I saw in my old dreams,
Were they reflections of my warped mind staring back at me
'Cause in my dreams it's always there,
The evil face that twists my mind and brings me to despair

Night was black,
Was no use holding back,
'Cause I just had to see
Was someone watching me
In the mist, Dark figures move and twist,
Was this all for real
Or some kind of hell

666 -- the number of the beast
Hell and fire was spawned to be released

Torches blazed
And sacred chants were praised,
As they start to cry
Hands held to the sky
In the night,
The fires burning bright,
The ritual has begun,
Satan's work is done

666 -- the number of the beast
Sacrifice is going on tonight

Solo

This can't go on,
I must inform the law,
Can this still be real
Or some crazy dream?
But I feel drawn toward the evil chanting hordes,
Seem to mesmerize me, can't avoid their eyes

666, the number of the beast
666, the one for you and me

I'm coming back, I will return,
And I'll possess your body and I'll make you burn
I have the fire, I have the force,
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Flight Of Icarus

Adrian Smith, Bruce Dickinson

As the sun breaks above the ground, an old man stands on the hill
As the ground warms to the first rays of light, a bird song shatters the still
His eyes are ablaze, see the madman in his gaze

Fly, on your way, like an eagle, fly as high as the sun
On your way, like an eagle, fly and touch the sun

Now the crowd breaks and a young boy appears, looks the old man in the eye
As he spreads his wings and shouts at the crowd, in the name of God my father I'll fly
His eyes seem so glazed as he flies on the wings of a dream
Now he knows his father betrayed, now his wings turn to ashes to ashes his grave

Fly, on your way, like an eagle, fly as high as the sun
On your way, like an eagle, fly as high as the sun

Solo

Fly, on your way, like an eagle, fly as high as the sun
On your way, like an eagle, fly as high as the sun On your way, like an eagle, fly toward the sun
On your way, like an eagle, fly.....

Solo

Fly as high as the sun

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The Trooper

Steve Harris

You'll take my life but I'll take yours too,
You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through
So when you're waiting for the next attack,
You'd better stand there'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

Ooooooooh! Ooooooooh!

The horse he sweats with fear we break to run,
The mighty roar of the Russian guns
And as we race toward the human wall,
The screams of pain as my comrades fall
We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground,
And the Russians fire another round
We get so near yet so far away,
We won't live to fight another day

Ooooooooh! Ooooooooh!

Solo

We get so close near enough to fight,
When a Russian gets me in his sights
He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow,
A burst of rounds take my horse below
And as I lay there gazing at the sky,
My body's numb and my throat is dry
And as I lay forgotten and alone,
Without a tear I draw my parting groan

Ooooooooh! Ooooooooh!

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2 Minutes To Midnight

Bruce Dickinson, Adrian Smith
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

Chorus:
The killer's breed or the demon's seed
The glamour, the fortune, the pain
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
But 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

Chorus

Solo

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

Chorus

Midnight, midnight, it's all night
Midnight, midnight, all night!

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Wasted Years

Adrian Smith
From the coast of gold, across the seven seas, I'm travelin' on, far and wide
But now it seems, I'm just a stranger to myself
And all the things I sometimes do, it isn't me but someone else

I close my eyes, and think of home, another city goes by in the night
Ain't it funny how it is, you never miss it 'til its gone away
And my heart is lying there and will be 'til my dying day

So understand
Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years
Face up...make your stand
And realise you're living in the golden years

Too much time on my hands, I got you on my mind
Can't ease this pain, so easily
When you can't find the words to say it's hard to make it through another day
And it just makes me wanna cry and throw my hands up to the sky

So understand
Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years
Face up...make your stand
And realise you're living in the golden years

Solo

So understand
Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years
Face up...make your stand
And realise you're living in the golden years

So understand
Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years
Face up...make your stand
And realise you're living in the golden years
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Can I Play With Madness

Adrian Smith, Bruce Dickinson, Steve Harris
Can I play with madness

Give me the sense to wonder, to wonder if I'm free
Give me a sense of wonder, to know I can be me
Give me the strength to hold my head up, spit back in their face
Don't need no key to unlock this door, gonna break down the walls
Break out of this bad place

Can I play with madness - the prophet stared at his crystal ball
Can I play with madness - there's no vision there at all
Can I play with madness - the prophet looked and he laughed at me
Can I play with madness - he said you're blind too blind too see

I screamed aloud to the old man, I said don't lie don't say you don't know
I say you'll pay for your mischief in this world or the next
Oh and then he fixed me with a freezing glance, and the hell fires raged in his eyes
He said do you want to know the truth son - I'll tell you the truth
Your soul's gonna burn in a lake of fire

Can I play with madness - the prophet stared at his crystal ball
Can I play with madness - there's no vision there at all
Can I play with madness - the prophet looked and he laughed at me
Can I play with madness - he said you're blind too blind too see

Oh listen to me, said the prophet

Solo

Can I play with madness - the prophet stared at his crystal ball
Can I play with madness - there's no vision there at all
Can I play with madness - the prophet looked and he laughed at me
Can I play with madness - he said you're blind too blind too see

Can I play with madness
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The Evil That Men Do

Steve Harris, Bruce Dickinson, Adrian Smith
Love is a razor and I walked the line on that silver blade
Slept in the dust with his daughter, her eyes red with the slaughter of innocence
But I will pray for her, I will call her name out loud
I would bleed for her, if I could only see her now

Living on a razor's edge, balancing on a ledge
Living on a razor's edge, balancing on a ledge
Balancing on a ledge, living on a razor's edge
Balancing on a ledge, you know, you know

The evil that men do lives on and on
The evil that men do lives on and on
The evil that men do lives on and on
The evil that men do lives on and on

Circle of fire my baptism of joy at an end it seems
The seventh lamb slain, the book of life opens before me
And I will pray for you, someday I may return
Don't you cry for me, beyond is where I learn

Living on a razor's edge, balancing on a ledge
Living on a razor's edge, you know, you know

The evil that men do lives on and on
The evil that men do lives on and on
The evil that men do lives on and on
The evil that men do lives on and on

Solo

Living on a razor's edge, balancing on a ledge
Living on a razor's edge, you know, you know

The evil that men do lives on and on
The evil that men do lives on and on
The evil that men do lives on and on
The evil that men do lives on and on
The evil, the evil, the evil that men do
The evil, the evil, the evil that men do
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The Clairvoyant

Steve Harris
Feel the sweat break on my brow,
Is it me or is it shadows that are dancing on the walls
Is this a dream or is it now,
Is this a vision or normality I see before my eyes

I wonder why I wonder how,
That it seems the powers getting stronger every day
I feel a strength an inner fire,
But I'm scared I won't be able to control it anymore

There's a time to live and a time to die, when it's time to meet the maker
There's a time to live but isn't it strange that as soon as you're born you're dying
There's a time to live and a time to die, when it's time to meet the maker
There's a time to live but isn't it strange that as soon as you're born you're dying

Solo

Just by looking in through your eyes,
He could see the future penetrating right in through your mind
See the truth and see your lies,
But for all his power couldn't foresee his own demise

There's a time to live and a time to die, when it's time to meet the maker
There's a time to live but isn't it strange that as soon as you're born you're dying
There's a time to live and a time to die, when it's time to meet the maker
There's a time to live but isn't it strange that as soon as you're born you're dying....

and reborn again?
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Infinite Dreams

Steve Harris
Infinite dreams I can't deny them, infinity is hard to comprehend
I couldn't hear those screams, even in my wildest dreams
Suffocation waking in a sweat, scared to fall asleep again
In case the dream begins again

Someone chasing I cannot move, standing rigid nightmare's statue
What a dream when will it end, and will I transcend?
Restless sleep the minds in turmoil, one nightmare ends another fertile
Getting to me so scared to sleep, but scared to wake now, in too deep

Even though its reached new heights, I rather like the restless nights
It makes me wonder it makes me think there's more to this I'm on the brink
It's not the fear of what's beyond, It's just that I might not respond
I have an interest almost craving, but would I like to get too far in?

It can't all be coincidence, too many things are evident
You tell me you're an unbeliever, spiritualist? Well me I'm neither
But wouldn't you like to know the truth of what's out there to have the proof
And find out just which side you're on, where would you end in heaven or in hell?

Help me, help me to find my true self without seeing the future
Save me, save me from torturing myself even within my dreams

Solo

There's got to be just more to it than this, or tell me why do we exist?
I'd like to think that when I die I'd get a chance another time
And to return and live again, reincarnate, play the game
Again and again and again and again
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Holy Smoke

Steve Harris, Bruce Dickinson
Believe in me and send no money,
I died on the cross and that ain't funny
But my so called friends are making me a joke,
They missed out what I said like I never spoke
They choose what they wanna hear - don't tell a lie,
They just leave out the truth as they're watching you die
Saving your souls by taking your money,
Flies round shit, bees around honey

Holy smoke, holy smoke,
Plenty bad preachers for the Devil to stoke
Feed'em in feet first this is no joke,
This is thirsty work making holy smoke

Jimmy Reptile and all his friends
Say they gonna be with you at the end
Burning records burning books,
Holy soldiers Nazi looks
Crocodile smiles just wait a while,
Till the TV Queen gets her make up clean
I've lived in filth I've lived in sin,
And I still smell cleaner that the shit you're in

Holy smoke, holy smoke,
Plenty bad preachers for the Devil to stoke
Feed'em in feet first this is no joke,
This is thirsty work making holy smoke

Solo

They ain't religious but they ain't no fools,
When Noah built his Cadillac it was cool
Two by two they're still going down,
And the satellite circus just left town
I think they're strange and when they're dead
They can have a Lincoln for their bed
Friend of the President - trick of the tail,
Now they ain't got a prayer - 100 years in jail

Holy smoke, holy smoke,
Plenty bad preachers for the Devil to stoke
Feed'em in feet first this is no joke,
This is thirsty work making holy smoke
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Bring Your Daughter ... To The Slaughter

Bruce Dickinson
Honey its getting close to midnight, and all the myths are still in town
True love and lipstick on your linen, bite the pillow make no sound
If there's some living to be done before your life becomes your tomb
You'd better know that I'm the one, so unchain your back door invite me around

Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter
Let her go, let her go, let her go
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter
Let her go, let her go, let her go
Let her go, yeah!

Honey its getting close to daybreak, the sun is creeping in the sky
No patent remedies for heartache, just empty words and humble pie
So get down on your knees honey, assume an attitude
You just pray that I'll be waiting cos you know I'm coming soon

Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter
Let her go, let her go, let her go
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter
Let her go, let her go, let her go

So pick up your foolish pride, no going back
No where, no way, no place to hide

Solo

Bring your daughter, bring your daughter
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter
Bring your daughter, fetch your daughter
Bring your daughter, fetch your daughter
Bring your daughter, fetch your daughter to the slaughter

Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter
Let her go, let her go, let her go
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter
Let her go, let her go, let her go
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Man On The Edge

Blaze Bayley, Janick Gers
The freeway is jammed and it's backed up for miles
The car is an oven and baking is wild
Nothing is ever the way it should be
What we deserve we just don't get you see

A briefcase, a lunch and a man on the edge
Each step gets closer to losing his head
Is someone in heaven are they looking down
'Cause nothing is fair just you look around

Falling down, falling down, falling down
Falling down, falling down, falling down

He's sick of waiting of lying like this
There's a hole in the sky for the angels to kiss
Branded a leper because you don't fit
In the land of the free you just live by your wits

Once he built missiles a nation's defence
Now he can't even give birthday presents
Across the city he leaves in his wake
A glimpse of the future a cannibal state

Falling down, falling down, falling down
Falling down, falling down, falling down

Solo

The freeway is jammed and it's backed up for miles
The car is an oven and baking is wild
Nothing is ever the way it should be
What we deserve we just don't get you see

A briefcase, a lunch and a man on the edge
Each step gets closer to losing his head
Is someone in heaven are they looking down
Nothing is fair just you look around

Falling down, falling down, falling down
Falling down, falling down, falling down
Falling down, falling down, falling down
Falling down, falling down, falling down
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Futureal

Bruce Dickinson, Janick Gers

I'm running out of time, I'm running out of breath
And now it's getting so I can't sleep at night
In the day, feel like death

I'm getting in far too deep, I feel them closing in
I've got to say that I'm scared, I know they'll win
Even so, I'm prepared

Chorus:
Do you believe what you hear, can you believe what you see
Do you believe what you feel, can you believe
What is real? Futureal
What is real?

Whenever anyone seems to treat me like a freak
It makes me see I'm the only one who feels
That I know what is real

Sometimes it feels like a game of deadly hide and seek
And when you're reading this, then I will be gone
Maybe then, you will see

Chorus

Solo

Chorus

What is real? Futureal
What is real? Futureal!

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The Wicker Man

Steve Harris, Adrian Smith, Bruce Dickinson
Hand of fate is moving and the finger points to you
He knocks you to your feet and so what are you gonna do
Your tongue has frozen now you've got something to say
The piper at the gates of dawn is calling you his way

You watch the world exploding every single night
Dancing in the sun a newborn in the light
Say goodbye to gravity and say goodbye to death
Hello to eternity and live for every breath

Chorus:
Your time will come, your time will come
Your time will come, your time will come

The ferryman wants his money you ain't going to give it back
He can push his own boat as you set up off the track
Nothing you can contemplate will ever be the same
Every second is a new spark, sets the universe aflame

You watch the world exploding every single night
Dancing in the sun a newborn in the light
Brothers and their fathers joining hands and make a chain
The shadow of the wicker man is rising up again

Chorus x3

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Fear Of The Dark

Steve Harris
I am a man who walks alone
And when I'm walking a dark road
At night or strolling through the park
When the light begins to change
I sometimes feel a little strange
A little anxious when it's dark

Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a constant fear that something's always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that someone's always there

Have you run your fingers down the wall
And have you felt your neck skin crawl
When you're searching for the light?
Sometimes when you're scared to take a look,
At the corner of the room
You've sensed that something's watching you

Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a constant fear that something's always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that someone's always there

Have you ever been alone at night,
Thought you heard footsteps behind
And turned around and no-one's there?
And as you quicken up your pace,
You find it hard to look again
Because you're sure there's someone there

Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a constant fear that something's always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that someone's always there

Solo

Fear of the dark, fear of the dark, fear of the dark, fear of the dark
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark, fear of the dark, fear of the dark

Watching horror films the night before,
Debating witches and folklore
The unknown troubles on your mind
Maybe your mind is playing tricks,
You sense and suddenly eyes fix
On dancing shadows from behind

Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a constant fear that something's always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that someone's always there

When I'm walking a dark road, I am a man who walks alone...
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