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IRON MAIDEN lyrics - No Prayer For The Dying

Run Silent Run Deep

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(Harris/Dickinson) The convoy lights are dead ahead The Merchantmen lay in their bed, The trump of... diesels hammers down, In the oily sea - the killing ground, His knuckles white his eyes alight, He slams the hatch on the deadly night, A cunning fox in the chickens lair A hound of hell and the devil don't care [Chorus:] Running silent, Running deep, we are your final prayer, Warriors in secret sleep, a merchantman's nightmare, A silent death lies waiting, for all of you below, Running silent, Running deep, sink into your final sleep Chill the hearts of fighting men, In open ocean wondering when? The lethal silver fish will fly The boat will shiver - men will die A cast of millions - a part to play Killer? Victim? or fool for a day Obeying an order - men have to die Us or them - a well rehearsed lie [Chorus] The lifeboats shattered the hull is torn, The tar black smell of burning oil, On the way down to Davy Jones, Every man for himself - you're on your own The wolf eyes watch the crosswire 'Stern tubes ready', 'Aim and fire!' They can pin some medal on your chest, But in two more weeks - dead like the rest [Chorus]

Dead Skin Mask

SLAYER "Seasons In The Abyss"
[Hanneman/Araya] Graze the skin with my finger tips The brush of dead cold flesh pacifies the means Provocative images delicate features so smooth A pleasant fragrance in the light of the moon [CHORUS] Dance with the dead in my dreams Listen to their hallowed screams The dead have taken my soul Temptation's lost all control Simple smiles elude psychotic eyes Lose all mind control rationale declines Empty eyes enslave the creations Of placid faces and lifeless pageants In the depths of a mind insane Fantasy and reality are the same Graze the skin with my finger tips The brush of dead warm flesh pacifies the means Incised members ornaments on my being Adulating the skin before me Simple smiles elude psychotic eyes Lose all mind control rationale declines Empty eyes enslave the creations Of placid faces and lifeless pageants [CHORUS]

Dead Savior

JOSEPH ARTHUR "Temporary People"
We are born alone and weak Back to black old and meek Our time here is so short Right to life or abort I don't know or who could say When all that comes will go away Some are victims, some are slaves Some are sunshine, some are graves Some are lost, some are found Some are tight and some unbound Could you ever come back through Without becoming back and blue Your words are hollow, your voice is noise You practice lines for all the boys You play with people just like games You're good with faces but you're bad with names Nothing's true if nothing's not You're never colder than when you're hot Well There really ain't no more surprises Like a dead savior One that never rises You got two faces, one is death You taught yourself to steal their breath The other face lights the room Like the mask of love and doom Who are you? Or who could say? But very few can ever get away The scared were never born that way But slowly made from day to day From night to night, from year to year They swallowed almost every tear The flesh will kill the spirits hold And most will do what they've been told Well There really ain't no more surprises Like a dead savior One that never rises You hang with priests, you hang with thugs On mountain tops and under rugs You change your name every day No one knows who you are that way You read the signs with empty eyes And give your love to alibis Get me back, get me in With you it's either the saving or the sin I've been bought but you've been sold Never hotter than when you're cold Well now I want to disappear And get myself away from here Well There really ain't no more surprises Like a dead savior One that never rises

The Priest

JONI MITCHELL "Ladies Of The Canyon"
The priest sat in the airport bar He was wearing his father's tie And his eyes looked into my eyes so far Whenever the words ran dry Behind the lash and the circles blue He looked as only a priest can, thru And his eyes said me and his eyes said you And my eyes said, let us try He said, You wouldn't like it here No it's no place you should share The roof is ripped with hurricanes And the room is always bare I need the wind and I seek the cold He reached post the wine for my hand to hold And he saw me young and he saw me old And he saw me sitting there Then he took his contradictions out And he splashed them on my brow So which words was I then to doubt When choosing what to vow Should I choose them all-should I make them mine The sermons, the hymns and the valentines And he asked for truth and he asked for time And he asked for only now Now the trials are trumpet scored Oh will we pass the test Or just as one loves more and more Will one love less and less Oh come let's run from this ring we're in Where the Christians clap and the Germans grin Saying let them lose, crying let them win Oh make them both confess

Sod

End Zone
(Spirits Of The Dead) Thy soul shall find itself crying alone Mid dark thoughts of gray tomb-stone Not one, of all the crowd Into the hour of horror be silent in that Solitude which is not loneliness For spirits of the dead Spirits stood in life before you are In the death around you - their will their will is overshadowing you Therefore you must be forever still The night thought clear shall frown like wounded devil stars shall look right down at the graves From their high thrones replaced in the heaven With light like hope to mortals given As burning fever Which would adhere To you forever Every thought will never banish now vision vanish From thy spirits shall they will pass no more Like dew from the grass the breethe the breath Of God is still mist upon the hill Look how it moves Between the trees Riddle's mistries.

Nocturnal Supremacy

CRADLE OF FILTH
Weak midnight promises of love Were wept upon Her grave And shunned by stars above In mortal life lurks my dismay An Angel stole my heart and Death took Her away She sleeps beyond the grace of god A dreaming beauty If wishes could only fray that bond The dead would sing for me... Twelfth moon arose with ghostly voice A poet's serenade Her name a whisper 'pon my lips And lo, Rorasa came Fear me not my grieving King Funereal in breath The secrets of the dark I know And thus, we shall cheat Death My promises wrought though despondence that night Have delivered me gifts from the grave Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life Never a Devil so vain The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost And no heaven would silence the pain Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost Desire for warm blood again Princess lay down thy florid cheek In drunken splendour Tonight rare regal fate has cast The wolves among the sheep Dark nature clasp my soul Around Her throat mine arms enfold To sleep, perchance to dream And then... To dusk and flesh ascend The Sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day To rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous Eternity Damnation Salvation Stigmata plague The wine of Bacchus flows Listen to the thunder rage Deceivers dragged before their cross I am He that vanquished Death And bore the sting of loss What vulgar christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns And sweet Rorasa laughs I am enamoured and imparadised To catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes I will crush them all If this holds thy delight Rather dead forever than to lose her Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite

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