Iron Maiden
Powerslave (1984) - Lyrics

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

This shell of bloody treason

Here's my gun for a barrel of
fun

For the love of living death



The killer's breed
or the Demon's seed,

The glamour, the fortune, the pain,

Go
to war again, blood is freedom's stain

But don't you pray for
my soul anymore.



2 minutes to midnight,

The hands that
treaten doom.

2 minutes to midnight,

To kill the unborn in the
womb.



The blind men shout "Let the creatures out

We'll show the unbelievers."

The napalm screams of human
flames

Of a prime time Belsen feast ... yeah!

As the reasons
for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy

We oil the jaws of
the war machine and feed it with our babies.



The killer's
breed or the Demon's seed,

The glamour, the fortune, the
pain,

Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain

But
don't you pray for my soul anymore.



2 minutes to
midnight,

The hands that treaten doom.

2 minutes to
midnight,

To kill the unborn in the womb.



The body bags
and little rags of children torn in two

And the jellied brains of
those who remain to put the finger right on you

As the madmen play on
words and make us all dance to their song

To the tune of starving
millions to make a better kind of gun.



The killer's breed
or the Demon's seed,

The glamour, the fortune, the pain,

Go
to war again, blood is freedom's stain

But don't you pray for
my soul anymore.



2 minutes to midnight,

The hands that
treaten doom.

2 minutes to midnight,

To kill the unborn in the
womb.



Midnight

Midnight

Midnight

It's
all night



Midnight

Midnight

Midnight

It's all night