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Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines Remove all the wheel blocks theres no time to waste Gathering speed as we head down the runway Gotta get airborne before the It's to 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, Aces high Move into for at the main stream of bombers Let off a sharp burst and then turn away Roll over, Spin around and come in behind them Move to their blind sides and firing again Bandits at 8 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 pressed down my guns Rolling, turning, diving Rolling, turning, diving, going in again Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die Run, live to fly, fly to live, Aces High. ===================== 2 minutes to Midnight ===================== Kill for game or shoot to maim But we don't need a reason The golden goose is on the loose And never out of season Some blacked pride still burns inside This shell of bloody treason Heres my gun for a barrel of fun For the love of living death Chorus: The killers breed of the demon seed The glamors, the fortune, the pain, Go to war again, blood is freedom stained 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 it's 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 like the gravy. We oil the jaws of the war machine And feed with our babies Chorus: The body bags and little rags of children Torn into And the jelled 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...all night... (repeat) ================ Losfer Words (Big 'Orra) (intremental) ===================== FLASH OF THE BLADE ===================== As a young boy chasing dragons With your wooden sword so mighty, Your ST. George or your David and you always kill the beast Times change very quickly And you have to grow up early, A house in smoking ruin and the bodies At your feet Chorus: You'll die as you live 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 resigned leather The steely iron mask As you cut and thrust and parried at the Fencing masters call, He taut you all he ever knew To fear no mortal man And now you'll wreak your vengeance in the Screams of evil men Chorus: (repeat chorus) ==================== Duelists ==================== He threw down a glove you made the mistake Of picking it up and now you 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 Chorus: OH...OH...Fight for the Honour Fight for the Splendour Fight for the Pleasure OH...OH...Fight for the Honour Fight for the Splendour 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. Chorus: The fighting resume, a silence looms the Swordsmen move 'gainst each other A cut and a thrust, a peiry, a blow, a stab to the heart and your down The Angel of Death hears your last breath Meanwhile the reaper looks on. Chorus: OH...OH...Fought for the Honour Fought for the Splendour Fought for the Pleasure OH...OH...Fought for the Honour Fought for the Splendour Fought to the Death =================== Back In The Village =================== 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 Chorus: 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. No brakes on the inside Paper cats and burning barns Theres a fox among the chickens, And a killer in the hounds. Questions are a burden And answers are a prison for one self Shellshock in the kitchen Tables start to burn. Chorus: But still we walk into the valley And others try to kill the inner flame We're burning brighter than before I didn't have a number, I'M A NAME! Back in the Village again In the Village I'm back in the Village again back in the Village again In the village I'm back in the Village Back in the Village Back in the Village again =================== POWERSLAVE =================== Into the Abyss I'll fall - the eye of Horus Into the eyes of the night - watching me go Green is the cats eye that glows - in this temple When the Life Giver dies, all around his bad waist. 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 Chorus: Now I am cold but a ghost lives in my veins. Silent the tear that reigned - marbled in stone. Shell of a man God preserved - a thousand ages But open the gates of my Hell - I will strike from my grave. Chorus: 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 layed 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. ================== RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER ================== Hear the rime of the Ancient Mariner See his eyes as he stops one of three Mesmerises one of the wedding guests Stay here and listen to the nightmares of the Sea And the music plays on, as the bride passes by Caught by his spell and the Mariner tells his tale. Driven south to the land of snow and ice To a place where nobody's seen Through the snow fog flies on 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 the justify him And make themselves part of the crime. Sailing on and on North across the sea Sailing on and on North 'till all is calm. The Albatross begins with it's 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 at sea And the curse 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 sail 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 and Death they throw the 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 GASTLY PANG, AND CURSED ME WITH HIS EYE FOUR TIME FIFTY LIVING MEN (AND I HEARD NOR SIGH NOR GROAN), WITH A HEAVY THUMP, A LIFELESS LUMP, THEY DROPPED DOWN ONE BY ONE. The curse it lives in their eyes The Mariner he wished he'd die Along with the sea creature 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. Here 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 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 From 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, the son and the hermit. Penance of life will fall onto Him. And the ship it sinks like lead into the sea And the hermit shrieves the Mariner of his sins. The Mariner bound to tell his story To tell his tail 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.

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