Live After Death

Editado: 14-10-1985
UK Chart Position: 2
      1.- Intro: Churchill´s Speech
2.- Aces High
3.- 2 Minutes to Midnight
4.- The Trooper
5.- Revelations
6.- Flight of Icarus
7.- Rime of the Ancient Mariner
8.- Powerslave
9.- The Number of the Beast
10.- Hallowed be thy Name
11.- Iron Maiden
12.- Run to the Hills
13.- Running Free
14.- Wrathchild
15.- 22 Acacia Avenue
16.- Children of the Damned
17.- Die With Your Boots On
18.- Phantom of the Opera
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    Running Free (Live) RUNNING FREE (LIVE)
    Editado: 23-9-85
    - Running Free (live)
    - Sanctuary (live)
    - Murders in the Rue Morgue (live)
        Run to the Hills (Live) 

    Editado: 2-12-85
    - Run to the Hills (live)
    - Phantom of the Opera (live)
    - Losfer Words (Big 'Orra) (live)


    We shall go on to the end, we shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight! With growing confidence and growing strength in the air! We shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; We shall never surrender!



    (Harris) 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 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 Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die 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 and 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, going in again Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die Run, live to fly, fly to live, Aces high.



    (Smith/Dickinson) 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 Some 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 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...all night...



    (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. The horse he sweats with fear we break to run The mighty roar of the Russian guns And as we race towards 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. 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



    (Dickinson) "O God of Earth and Altar, Bow down and hear our cry, Our earthly rulers falter, Our people drift and die, The walls of gold entomb us, The swords of scorn divide, Take not thy thunder from us, But take away our pride." (G. K. Chesterton; English Hymnal) Just a babe in the black abyss, No reason for a place like this, The walls are cold and souls cry out in pain, An easy way for the blind to go, A clever path for the fools who know the Secret of the Hanged Man-the smile on his lips. The light of the Blind-you'll see, The venom that tears my spine, The Eyes of the Nile are opening-you'll see. She came to me with a serpent's kiss, As the Eye of the Sun Rose on her lips, Moonlight catches silver tears I cry, So we lay in the black embrace, And the Seed is sown in a holy place And I watched, and I waited for the dawn. The light of the Blind-you'll see, The venom that tears my spine, The Eyes of the Nile are opening-you'll see. Bind all of us together, Ablaze with Hope and Free, No storm or heavy weather Will rock the boat you'll see. The time has come to close your eyes And still the wind and rain, For the one who will be King Is the Watcher in the Ring, It is You.



    (Smith/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 birdsong 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 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.



    (Harris) Hear the rime of the ancient mariner See his eye 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 the snow and ice To a place where nobody's been 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, 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 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." -SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE (1798-1834) 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 here'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 facce 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." -SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE (1798-1834) The curse it lives on in their eyes The mariner 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 lifelesss 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 fromhe 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 sinks like lead into the sea And the hermit shrieves the mariner of his sins. The mariner's bound to tell of his story To tell this 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.



    (Dickinson) 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. 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 laid to waste. 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 terror that reigned-maarbled in stone Shell of a man God preserved-a thousand ages But open the gates of my hell-I will strike from the grave. Chorus



    (Harris) "Woe to you, Oh Earth and Sea, for the Devil sends the beast with wrath, because he knows the time is short... Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the beast for it is a human number, its number is Six hundred and sixty six." Revelations ch. XIII v. 18 I left alone my mind was blank I needed time 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 Cos in my dreams it's always there the evil face that twists my mind and brings me to despair The night was black was no use holding back Cos I just had to see was someone watching me In the mist dark figures move and twist was all this 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 This can't go on I must inform the law Can this still be real or some crazy dream but I feel drawn towards the evil chanting hordes they seem to mesmerise 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 I have the power to make my evil take its course



    (Harris) I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time Cos at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows Pole The sands of time for me are running low When the priest comes to read me the last rites I take a look through the bars at the last sights Of a world that has gone very wrong for me Can it be there's some sort of error Hard to stop the surmounting terror Is it really the end not some crazy dream Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming It's not so easy to stop from screaming But words escape me when I try to speak Tears they flow but why am I crying After all I am not afraid of dying Don't believe that there is never an end As the guards march me out to the courtyard Someone calls from a cell "God be with you" If there's a God then why has he let me die? As I walk all my life drifts before me And though the end is near I'm not sorry Catch my soul cos it's willing to fly away Mark my words please believe my soul lives on Please don't worry now that I have gone I've gone beyond to see the truth When you know that your time is close at hand maybe then you'll begin to understand Life down there is just a strange illusion.



    (Harris) Won't you come into my room, I want to show you all my wares, I just want to see your blood, I just want to stand and stare. See the blood begin to flow, As it falls upon the floor, Iron maiden can't be fought, Iron maiden can't be sought. Oh well, wherever you are, Iron Maiden's gonna get you, No matter how far, See the blood flow, Watching it shed, Up above my head, Iron maiden wants you dead.



    (Harris) White man came across the sea Brought us pain and misery Killed our tribes killed our creed 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 too much for Cree Oh will we ever be set free? Riding through dustclouds and barren wastes Galloping hard on the plains Chasing the redskins back to their holes Fighting them at their own game Murder for freedom a 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 Soldier blue on the barren wastes Hunting and killing their game Raping the women and wasting the men The only good Indians are tame Selling them whisky and taking their gold Enslaving the young and destroying the old Run to the hills run for your lives



    (Harris) Just sixteen a pickup truck Out of money and out of luck I've got no place to call my own Hit the gas and here I go I'm Running Free, yeah, I'm Running Free I'm Running Free, yeah, I'm Running Free Spend the night in an L.A. jail Listen to the sirens wail But they ain't got a thing on me I'm running wild I'm Running free I'm Running Free, yeah, I'm Running Free I'm Running Free, yeah, I'm Running Free Pulled her at the Bottle Top whisky dancing disco hop And all the boys are after me And that's the way it's gonna be. I'm Running Free, yeah, I'm Running Free I'm Running Free, yeah, I'm Running Free



    (Harris) I was born into a scene of angriness and greed of dominance and persecution My mother was a queen my dad I'd never seen I was never meant to be. Now I spend my time looking all around For a man that's nowhere to be found, Until I find him, I'm never gonna stop searching, I'm gonna find my man, gonna travel round Cos I'm a wrathchild Well I'm a wrathchild Yeah I'm a wrathchild Some say it shouldn't matter, ain't nothing gonna alter the course of my destination But I know I've gotta find some serious peace of mind or I know I'll just go crazy.



    (Harris) If you're feeling down depressed and lonely I know a place where we can go 22 Acacia Avenue meet a lady that I know So if you're looking for a good time And you're prepared to pay the price Fifteen quid is all she asks for Everybody's got their vice If you're waiting for a long time for the rest to do their piece You can tell her that you know me and you might even get it free So any time you're down the East End don't you hesitate to go You can take my honest word for it she'll teach you more than you can know Charlotte can't you get out from all this madness Can't you see it only brings you sadness When you entertain your men don't know the risk of getting disease Some day when you're reaching the age of forty I bet you'll regret the days when you were laying Nobody then will want to know You won't have any beautiful wares to show any more 22, the avenue that's the place where we all go You will find it's warm inside the red light's burning bright tonight Charlotte isn't it time you stopped this mad life Don't you ever think about the bad times Why do you have to live this way Do you enjoy your lay or is it the pay Sometimes when your strolling down the avenue The way you walk it make men think of having you When you're walking down the street Everybody stops and turns to stare at you Beat her mistreat her do anything that you please Bite her excite her make her get down on her knees Abuse her misuse her she can take all that you've got Caress her molest her she always does what you want You're running away don't you know what you're doing Can't you see it'll lead you to ruin Charlotte you've taken your life and you've thrown it away You believe that because what you're earning Your life's good don't you know that you're hurting All the people that love you don't cast them aside All the men that are constantly drooling It's no life for you stop all that screwing You're packing your bags and you're coming with me



    (Harris) He's walking like a small child But watch his eyes burn you away Black holes in his golden stare God knows he wants to go home Children of The Damned (repeat another 3 times) He's walking like a dead man If he had lived he would have crucified us all Now he's standing on the last step He thought oblivion well it beckons us all Children of The Damned (repeat another 3 times) Now it burns his hand he's turning to laugh Smiles as the flame sears his flesh Melting his face screaming in pain Peeling the skin from his eyes Watch him die according to plan He's dust on the ground what did we learn You're Children of The Damned Your back's against the wall You turn into the light You're Children of The Damned Like candles watch them burn Burning in the light You'll burn again tonight You're Children of The Damned



    (Smith/Dickinson/Harris) Another Prophet of Disaster Who says the ship is lost, Another Prophet of Disaster Leaving you to count the cost. Taunting us with Visions, Afflicting us with fear, Predicting War for millions, In the hope that one appears. No point asking when it is, No point asking who's to go, No point asking what's the game, No point asking who's to blame. 'cos if you're gonna die, if you're gonna die, 'cos if you're gonna die, if you're gonna die, If you're gonna die, die with your boots on. If you're gonna try, just stick around, Gonna cry, just move along, If you're gonna die, you're gonna die. In 13 the Beast is rising, The Frenchman did surmise, Through earthquakes and starvation, The warlord will arise. Terror, Death, Destruction, Pour from the Eastern Sands, But the truth of all predictions, Is always in your hands. If you're gonna die, die with your boots on, If you're gonna try, just stick around, Gonna cry, just move along, If you're gonna die, you're gonna die.



    (Harris) I've been looking so long for you now, you won't get away from my grasp. You've been living so long in hiding. Hiding behind that false mask. You know and I know that you ain't got that long to last, Your looks and feelings are just the remains of your past Standing in the wings there, you wait for the curtain to fall. Knowing the terror and holding you have on us all. I know that you're gonna scratch me and maim me and maul. You know I'm helpless from your mesmerising cat call. Keep your distance, walk away don't take his bait. Don't you stray don't fade away. Watch your step, he's out to get you Come what may, Don't you stray, don't fade away. I'm running and hiding, in my dreams you're always there. You're the Phantom of the Opera, you're the devil you're just out to scare. You damaged my mind and my soul just floats through the air. You haunt me, you taunt me, you torture me back at your lair.


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