Aces High  

There goes the siren that warns of the air raid  
Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak  
Out for the scramble we've got to get airborne  
Got to get up for the coming attack  

Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines  
Remove all the wheelblocks there's no time to waste  
Gathering speed as we head down the runway  
Gotta get airborne before it's too late  

Running, scrambling, flying  
Rolling, turning, diving, going in again  
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die  
Run, live to fly, fly to live.  
Aces high  

Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers  
Let off a sharp burst and then turn away  
Roll over, spin round and come in behind them  
Move to their blindsides and firing again  

Bandits at 8 O'clock move in behind us  
Ten ME-109's out of the sun  
Ascending and turning our Spitfires to face them  
Heading straight for them I press down my guns  
 

2 Minutes To Midnight  

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  
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 threaten 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 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  

Midnight... all night... 
 
 

Flash Of The Blade  

As a young boy chasing dragons  
with your wooden sword so mighty,  
You're St. George or you're David  
and you always killed the beast.  
Times change very quickly,  
and you had to grow up early  
A house in smoking ruins  
and the bodies at your feet  

You'll die as you lived  
In a flash of the blade,  
In a corner forgotten by no one.  
You lived for the touch  
For the feel of the steel  
One man, and his honour.  

The smell of resined leather  
The steely iron mask  
As you cut and thrust and parried  
at the fencing master's call  
He taught you all he knew  
To fear no mortal man  
And now you'll wreak your vengeance  
in the screams of evil men  
 

The Duellists  
  
He threw down a glove you made the mistake  
Of picking it up now you're gone  
The choosing of guns or fighting with swords  
The choice of weapons is done  
He'll tear you apart as soon as you start  
You know you don't have a chance.  

Oh...Oh...Fight for the honour  
Fight for the splendour  
Fight for the pleasure  
Oh...Oh...Fight for the honour  
Fight for the splendour  
Fight for your life!  

Ready to start the duel begins  
the best man wins in the end.  
A lunge and a feint, a parry too late  
A cut to the chest and you're down  
Seeing the stain then feeling the pain  
Feeling the sweat on your brow.  

The fighting resumes, a silence looms  
the swordsmen move 'gainst each other  
A cut and a thrust, a parry, a blow,  
a stab to the heart and you're down  
The Angel of Death hears your last breath  
Meanwhile the Reaper looks on  

Fought to the death  
 

Back In The Village  

Turn the spotlights on the people  
Switch the dial and eat the worm  
Take your chances, kill the engine  
Drop your bombs and let it burn  

White flags shot to ribbons  
The truce is black and burned  
Shellshock in the kitchen  
Tables overturned  

Back in the village again  
In the village  
I'm back in the village again  

Throwing dice now, rolling loaded  
I see sixes all the way  
In a black hole, and I'm spinning  
As my wings get shot away  

No breaks on the inside  
Paper cats and burning barns  
There's a fox among the chickens  
And a killer in the hounds  

Questions are a burden  
And answers are a prison for oneself  
Shellshock in the kitchen  
Tables start to burn  

But still we walk into the valley  
And others try to kill the inner flame  
We're burning brighter than before  
I don't have a number, I'm a name!  
 

Powerslave  

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  

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.  

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  
 

Rime Of The Ancient Mariner  

Hear the rime of the ancient mariner  
See his eye as he stops one of three  
Mesmerises one of the wedding guests  
Stay here and listen to the nightmares of the sea  

And the music plays on, as the bride passes by  
Caught by his spell and the mariner tells his tale  

Driven south to the land of the snow and ice  
To a place where nobody's been  
Through the snow fog flies on the albatross  
Hailed in God's name, hoping good luck it brings  

And the ship sails on, back to the North  
Through the fog and ice and the albatross follows on  

The mariner kills the bird of good omen  
His shipmates cry against what he's done  
But when the fog clears, they justify him  
And make themselves a part of the crime  

Sailing on and on and north across the sea  
Sailing on and on and north  
'til all is calm  

The albatross begins with its vengeance  
A terrible curse a thirst has begun  
His shipmates blame bad luck on the mariner  
About his neck, the dead bird is hung  

And the curse goes on and on at sea  
And the curse goes on and on for them and me  

Day after day, day after day,  
we stuck nor breath nor motion  
As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean  
Water, water everywhere and all the boards did shrink  
Water, water everywhere nor any drop to drink.  

There calls the mariner  
There comes a ship over the line  
But how can she sail  
with no wind in her sails and no tide  

See... onward she comes  
Onward she nears out of the sun  
See, she has no crew  
She has no life, wait but here's two  

Death and she Life in Death,  
They throw their dice for the crew  
She wins the mariner and he belongs to her now  
The crew one by one they drop down dead,  
two hundred men  
She, she, Life in Death  
She lets him live, her chosen one  

One after one by the star dogged moon  
Too quick for groan or sigh  
Each turned his face with a ghastly pang  
and cursed me with his eye  
Four times fifty living men  
(and I heard nor sigh nor groan)  
With heavy thump, a lifeless lump,  
they dropped down one by one  

The curse it lives on in their eyes  
The mariner wished he'd die  
Along with the sea creatures  
But they lived on, so did he  

And by the light of the moon  
He prays for their beauty not doom  
With heart he blesses them  
God's creatures all of them too  

Then the spell starts to break  
The albatross falls from his neck  
Sinks down like lead into the sea  
Then down in falls comes the rain  

Hear the groans of the long dead seamen  
See them stir and they start to rise  
Bodies lifted by good spirits  
None of them speak and they're lifelesss in their eyes  

And revenge is still sought, penance starts again  
Cast into a trance and the nightmare carries on  

Now the curse is finally lifted  
And the mariner sights his home  
Spirits go from the long dead bodies  
Form their own light and the mariner's left alone  

And then a boat came sailing towards him  
It was a joy he could not believe  
The pilot's boat, his son and the hermit  
Penance of life will fall onto him  

And the ship sinks like lead into the sea  
And the hermit shrieves the mariner of his sins  

The mariner's bound to tell of his story  
To tell this tale wherever he goes  
To teach God's word by his own example  
That we must love all things that God made  

And the wedding guest's a sad and wiser man  
And the tale goes on and on and on