There's an evil virus that's threatening mankind Not state of the art, a serious state of the mind The muggers, the backstabbers, the two faced elite
Beehive hairdo, 45 on the hip Patrolwoman Saunders, don't you give her no whip Took me to the station for a breathtest then back to the bedroom for some
rock] Well the toad is immensely strong on the instrumental The lyric can hit and shock the pure metal Chubb rock has a weak spot, creatin An iron maiden
' round the town all 'noid and bent Out of posture from sixteen blunts, a pint of vodka Intoxicated some of y'all call it faded With my headphones slammin' playin Iron Maiden
I feel so afraid On her twenty-second birthday She already is an old maid Now to her, death is quite romantic She wears an iron vest Her profession
I check the declination Now the fear starts to grow even my computer shows There are no errors in the calculations Now it's happened take no other
survival as thunder and gunfire were roaring Back home, the time and the place of my own my future is calling I know I do believe there is no other
you Sacrifice now united Rising levels of the tidal lakes protect them Keepers of the Goddess in the underworld Holding powers of the mystics Deep inside them Neineteen maidens
in the least bit Now the days of our ending have begun Say a prayer when it's all over Survivors, you're not always one Got to try and help each other
gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws No more money, no more fancy dress This other Kingdom seems by far the best until its other
youngest was the first one to awake She soon awoke the others They sat themselves down upon their beds and plaited the hair on each other's heads Then
sign That can show he's full of lies *Repeat **Repeat Ignorance is bliss is that the reason We can not read another's mind If we knew what thoughts were dancing Through each others
other men [Solo] So you think you can own me, well you'd better just think again You'd better watch your steps now, woman, cause I ain't like those other
It must be the cynic in me But I don't really like things now The violence, the attitudes Aggression that you see everyday A sick society looks the other
tree Fish from the seas Now nothing's left here, but the stains Well I can't cry no more Can only be glad There's other places we can be If the time
and the loss of God I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night The meager food for souls forgot I'll tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul I'
and the loss of God I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night The meager food for souls forgot I'll tell you 'bout the maiden with raw iron soul I'll tell