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 engines Remove all the wheelblocks theres 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 in to fire at the mainstream of bombers Let off a sharp burst and then turn away Roll over, spin round to come in behind them Move to their blindsides 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 press down my guns. Rolling, turning, diving Rolling, turning, diving (doing it 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

Kill for gain or shoot to maimBut we don't need a reasonThe Golden Goose is on the looseAnd never out of season.Blackened pride still burns insideThis shell of bloody treasonHere's my gun for a barrel of funFor the love of living death. The killer's breed or the Demon's seed,The glamour, the fortune and 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 outWe'll show the unbelievers,The Napalm screams of human flamesOf 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. The killer's breed or the Demon's seed,The glamour, the fortune and 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 youAs 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 glamour, the fortune and 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. MidnightMidnightMidnightis all night MidnightMidnightMidnightis all night Midnightall night

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He threw down the glove you made the mistakeOf picking it up now you're goneThe choosing of guns or fighting with swordsThe choice of weapons is doneHe'll tear you apart as soon as you startYou know you don't have a chance. OH...OH...Fight for the Honour Fight for the Splendour Fight for the PleasureOH...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 lateA cut to the chest and you're downSeeing the stain then feeling the painFeeling the sweat on your brow. OH...OH...Fight for the Honour Fight for the Splendour Fight for the PleasureOH...OH...Fight for the Honour Fight for the Splendour Fight for your Life! The fighting resumes, a silence looms the Swordsmen move 'gainst each otherA cut and a thrust, a parry, a blow, a stab to the heart and you're downThe Angel of Death hears your last breathMeanwhile the reaper looks on. OH...OH...Fought for the Honour Fought for the Splendour Fought for the PleasureOH...OH...Fought for the Honour Fought for the Splendour Fought to the Death

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 livedIn a flash of the blade,In a corner forgotten by no one.You lived for the touchFor the feel of the steel,One man, and his honour. The smell of resined leatherThe steely iron maskAs you cut and thrust and parried at the fencing master's call.He taught you all he ever knewTo fear no mortal manAnd now you'll wreak your vengeance in the screams of evil men. You'll die as you livedIn a flash of the blade,In a corner forgotten by no one.You lived for the touchFor the feel of the steel,One man, and his honour. You'll die as you livedIn a flash of the blade,In a corner forgotten by no one.You lived for the touchFor the feel of the steel,One man, and his honour.

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 spinningAs my wings get shot away. Questions are a burdenAnd answers are a prison for oneselfShellshock in the kitchenTables 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,Theres a fox among the chickens,And a killer in the hounds. Questions are a burdenAnd answers are a prison for oneselfShellshock in the kitchenTables start to burn. Back in the village again,In the village,I'm back in the village again. But still we walk into the valleyAnd others try to kill the inner flameWe're burning brighter than beforeI don'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 again. Back in the villageI'm back in the villageI'm back in the village again.

Into the Abyss I'll fall- the eye of HorusInto the eyes of the night- watching me goGreen is the cat's eye that glows- in this TempleEnter the risen Osiris-risen again. Tell me why I had to be a PowerslaveI 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 gamePeople would worship and fall-Drop to their knees.So bring me the blood and red wineFor 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 PowerslaveI don't wanna die, I'm a God,Why can't I live on?When the Life Giver dies,All around is laid to 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 PowerslaveI 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...

Hear the rime of the Ancient MarinerSee his eyes as he stops one of threeMesmerises one of the wedding guestsStay here and listen to the nightmares Of the sea. And the music plays on, as the bride passes byCaught by his spell and The Mariner tells his tale. Driven south to the land of the snow and iceTo a place where nobody's beenThrough the snow fog flies on the albatrossHailed in God's name, Hoping good luck it brings. And the ship sails on, back to the northThrough the fog and ice and The albatross follows on The mariner kills the bird of good omenHis shipmates cry against what he's doneBut when the fog clears, they justify himAnd make themselves part of the crime. Sailing on and on and North across the seaSailing on and on and North 'til all is calm. The albatross begins with its vengeanceA terrible curse a thirst has begunHis shipmates blame the bad luck on the MarinerAbout 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 motionAs idle as a painted ship upon a painted oceanWater, water everywhere and All the boards did shrinkWater, water everywhere nor any drop to drink." There, calls the Mariner, There comes a ship over the lineBut how can she sail with no wind In her sails and no tide. See...onward she comesOnward she nears, out of the sunSee...she has no crewShe has no life, wait but there's two Death and she life in Death, They throw their dice for the crewShe wins the Mariner and he belongs to her now.Then...crew one by oneThey drop down dead, two hundred menShe...She, Life in Death,She lets him live, her chosen one. "One after one by the star dogged moon,Too quick for groan or sighEach turned his face with a ghastly pang,And cursed me with his eyeFour 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 eyesThe Mariner he wished he'd dieAlong with the sea creaturesBut they lived on, so did he. And by the light of the moonHe prays for their beauty not doomWith heart he blesses themGod's creatures all of them too Then the spell starts to breakThe albatross falls from his neckSinks down like lead into the seaThen down in falls comes the rain. Hear the groans of the long dead seamenSee them stir and they start to riseBodies lifted by good spiritsNone of them speak And they're lifeless in their eyes. And revenge is still sought, penance starts againCast into a trance and the nightmare carries on. Now the curse is finally liftedAnd the Mariner sights his homeSpirits go from the long dead bodiesForm their own light and The Mariner's left alone. And then a boat came sailing towards himIt was a joy he could not believeThe pilots boat, his son and the hermit.Penance of life will fall onto Him. And the ship sinks like lead into the seaAnd the hermit shrieves the Mariner of his sins. The Mariner's bound to tell of his storyTo tell his tale wherever he goesTo teach God's word by his own exampleThat we must love all things that God made. And the wedding guest's a sad and wiser manAnd the tale goes on and on and on.