By Bruce Dickinson, Journey back to the darkside, back into the womb
Back to
By Bruce Dickinson, There, on a lonely desert hilltop
The pilgrims huddle closer
Waiting for
By Bruce Dickinson, The first hellrider came, on wings of plenty in the
By Bruce Dickinson, He rides the wave a sprial slave
The prince of darkness
By Bruce Dickinson, Here in a church, a small boy is kneeling
He prays
By Bruce Dickinson, The ashes drift away, smoke of our confusion
We turn our
By Bruce Dickinson, Slowly bleeding, watch the vortex feeding
Like a swirling vulture on
By Bruce Dickinson, I came from nothing before nothing began
Broke the window of
By Bruce Dickinson, Who stole your heartbeat in the night?
The acolytes fearful
By Bruce Dickinson, In your hour of darkness be not afraid
As the moonlight
By Bruce Dickinson, I am the teacher, come to reach ya, take the
By Bruce Dickinson, [Spoken:]
I mean you no harm
Come closer, learn the truth
Come closer,
By Bruce Dickinson, You come on down to the pit
Come on down to
