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Killing Floor

Text písně Killing Floor

[Bruce Dickinson / Adrian Smith] 


So this is dreamtime, and all is quiet 
So this is dreamtime, and all is night 
You've never been held by the hand of God 
Who's rocking the cradle, if he is not? 


He turned the oil into his blood 
Panzer divisions burning in the mud 
The stain of freedom, he's washed it out 
Who's rocking the cradle, I have no doubt 


Sleeping eyes awake 
To see his hooded gaze 
Whispers on the wind 
The darker side of ecstasy 


Satan has left his killing floor 


Satan has left his killing floor 


Satan, his fires burn no more 


Satan has left his killing floor 
So now it's dreamtime for you tonight 
So now it's dreamtime, and all is quiet 
You've never been held by the hand of god 
Who's rocking your cradle, if he is not? 


Sleeping eyes awake 
To see his hooded gaze 
Whispers on the wind 
The never-ending breath goodbye 


Satan has left his killing floor 


Satan has left his killing floor 


Satan, his fires burn no more 


Satan is coming back for more 
Satan has left his killing floor 


Satan has left his killing floor