Powerslave Lyrics (1984)

Iron Maiden Powerslave Lyrics Album

Powerslave Lyrics Album by Iron Maiden

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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 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.

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
Side B

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

(Ahh) Tell me why I had to be a Powerslave
(Ahh) I don’t wanna die, I’m a God… why can’t I live on?
(Ahh) When the Life Giver dies, all around is laid waste
(Ahh) 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

(Ahh) Tell me why I had to be a Powerslave
(Ahh) I don’t wanna die, I’m a God… why can’t I live on?
(Ahh) When the Life Giver dies, all around is laid waste
(Ahh) 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

(Ahh) Tell me why I had to be a Powerslave
(Ahh) I don’t wanna die, I’m a God… why can’t I live on?
(Ahh) When the Life Giver dies, all around is laid waste
(Ahh) 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 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

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 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

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