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Powerslave


- wykonawca: Iron Maiden
- album: Ed Hunter

(Bruce Dickinson)

Into the abyss I'll fall-the eye of Horus
Into the eyes of the night-watching me go
Green is the cat's eye that glows-in this temple
Enter the risen Osiris-risen again.

CHORUS
Tell me why I had to be a powerslave
I don't wanna die, I'm a god, why can't I live on?
When the Life Giver dies, all around is laid to waste.
And in my last hour,
I'm a slave to the power of death.

When I was living this lie-fear was my game
People would worship and fall-drop to their knees
So bring me the blood and red wine for the one to succeed me
For he is a man and a god-and he will die too.

CHORUS

Now I am cold but a ghost lives in my veins,
Silent the terror that reigned-maarbled in stone
Shell of a man God preserved-a thousand ages
But open the gates of my hell-I will strike from the grave.

CHORUS

SuckerRizzo In The BoxThere Ain't Nothin' Wrong With The RadioDancing Queen
Voulez Vous DanserWords at Twenty PacesSä Olet AlrightSounds Like A Melody
A Sense of FreedomNight FeverOne with YouEveryday
Lovecore (Welcome To)Let Me BeYou Think You Know HerTenha Dó
Dov'? Dov'?WarehouseI May Be YoungA Little Less Conversation (Remix By Jxl)
After MidnightSuffer AgeThe Aircrash BureauBad Funk Stripe
Lizzie Mc GuireLullaby For FranciesEntregame Tu AmorPage of Life
The Not So Pretty PrincessSouthern Kind Of LifeDie HäLfte Seines LebensNOTHIN' TO LOSE
Romeo Had JulietteAmor de EscuelaJust We Two (Mona Lisa)Crash
Train SongI'm A BelieverFor YouTrigger Happy
Bloody MoneyRisenSnakesAncient Despair
Crystal VillagePoquito MáSIn SheetsWhither Vulcan
The Touch
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