Interpret:

Bruce Dickinson

Album:

Accident Of Birth

Who stole your heartbeat in the night? 
The acolytes fearful in the flickering light 
They hold a mirror, to catch the breath from your mouth 
But your breath was stolen, by the wind from the south 


Another winter's take is done, your immortal lover - he's gone 
The chalice stolen from her hand, eternal life at her command 
Now all that she rules, must sleep... 


The howling shriek of death in your eyes 
The hawklord and the beast, enter your room 
The gold will turn to rust 
Your empire follows you, into your tomb 
The wraiths of night caress, 
And whisper softly now "We are the dead" 
They bear your life away, they tear your heart in two 
They've taken the queen 


To some better place, so they think, as the flame burns low 


Now the flame burns higher and it purifies the love that died 
A stone rolls closed on a life 
Back to the earth, sealing the tomb 


Our skeletons rise through the veil of blood, 
Who summons us now from our graves? 
"We are the dead" 
The shriek of death in your eyes, the hawklord and the beast, 
Enter your room 
The wraiths of night caress, and whisper softly now 
"We are the dead" 
They bear your life away, they've torn your heart in two 
They've taken the queen