ago [Solo: Jens] Yeah - we are eternal we are immortal A trace of glory in our hands Majestic and wild We stand and we fight [Solo: Jens] Soon your blackened pride
for pride Crushed the end within my stride Said 'I'm strong now I know that I'm a leaver" I love the sound of you walking away Mascara bleeds a blackened
Smith / Dickinson] Kill for gain or shoot to maim But we don't need a reason To Golden Goose is on the loose And never out of season Some blackened pride
Smith, Dickinson] Kill for gain or shoot to maim But we don't need a reason To Golden Goose is on the loose And never out of season Some blackened pride
/Bruce Dickinson] Kill for gain or shoot to maim But we don't need a reason To Golden Goose is on the loose And never out of season Some blackened pride
Kill for gain or shoot to maim But we don't need a reason To Golden Goose is on the loose And never out of season Some blackened pride still burns inside
, 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
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
they fight, for they are right, yes, but who's to say? For a hill, men would kill. Why? They do not know Suffered wounds test their pride Men of five
dying world stripped to the bone, Intoxicated by the madness. Blood weeps from open wounds. And still the fires rage, Consumed, now chaos reigns. Our pride
I won?t forget that day I won?t forget her name What has hell done to her Her pain?s flowing in my blackened soul?s veins Libera animas Omnium defunctorum
of your hand and brake empty every face that stairs at you?re with pride. Brakes every empty face destroy every fictional mind. Stop every blackened
and announce a new beginning tonight we wave and give up a smile as a flaming shuttle passes by outside the window something is creeping a burning skeleton beams with pride
endless grey on they fight for the right yes but whose to say For a hill men would kill why they do not know Stiffened wounds test their pride Men
good and evil I know right between, there's no borderline This is the punishment divine Surrounded by night, I've been offered insight There is none but the sin of pride
to attack The boatman struck at its small stupid eyes And it crashed to the ground and lay on its back. Without a warning the sky seemed to blacken As
