Bruce Dickinson - The alchemist
Tekst :
Wash away the blackness with the silver rain
Don t turn away, don t turn away
Wash away the blackness with the silver rain
Don t turn away, don t try to hide
Sulphurous and burning, spitting out the sun
The beginning of creation, of the golden one
A window to the west, a blazing star above
In Taurus we begin it and the ladder has begun
Don t try and blame me for your sins
For the sun has burned me black
Your hollow lives, this world in which we live
I throw it back
Four-headed dragon for the four degrees of fire
Purify the insane, bring the solution ever higher
Bring me all the elements, spread them round my head
Bring me mad men s bodies, I will break them all like bread
Don t try and blame me for your sins
For the sun has burned me black
Your hollow lives, this world in which we live
I hurl it back
Don t try and blame me for your sins
For the sun has burned me black
Your hollow lives - this world in which we live
I throw it back
Don t try and blame me for your games
Your games are death
My world is light, the angels fill my eyes
With every breath
And so we lay, we lay in the same grave
Our chemical wedding day
And so we lay, we lay in the same grave
Our chemical wedding day
And so we lay, we lay in the same grave
Our chemical wedding day
Inne utwory
King in crimson Killing floor No way out Chemical wedding Laughting in the hiding bush Trumpets of Jericho Shoot all the clowns Zulu lulu Bring your taughter to the slaughter Faith Devil on a hog Arc of space Lickin the gun Inside the machine Tattooed millionaire The ghost of cain The road to hell Losowe utwory
I didn t have time for school
Spent my days breaking the rules and regulations
And inbetween they re having fun
The teachers told me son, get me an education
So I had my bout of freedom
Dressed like a man through four seasons
Hey I m steppin out so...
Sai, che siamo insieme sai
Ti vedo sempre più bella, non te l’ho detto mai
Quel profumo di buone maniere,
Quei sorrisi che fai per piacere
E quel magico grande sedere
...
I pity the poor immigrant
Who wishes he would ve stayed home,
Who uses all his power to do evil
But in the end is always left so alone.
That man whom with his fingers cheats
And who lies with ev ry breath,
Who passionately hates his life
And likewise, fears his death.
I pity the poor immigrant
Whose...
Neoadvent by cold fusion
Non inductive current drive to the frozen iron core
Neoadvent by cold fusion
Non inductive current drive to the frozen iron core
Chrome tunnels of redemption
A time gap propelling 300 years into the future
Parallel connection machine
Brain implanted devices
A time gap propelling 300...
What were we doing little darling
Worked so hard at something to defend
I think I know how you were feeling
Your sweet broken heart was on the mend
We didn t make no money honey
Or any sense out of it in the end
This time I ve got to tell you
We re backed up...