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Bruce Dickinson - Killing Floor lyrics
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 – hell 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 neverending 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 |
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