Bruce Dickinson - A Tyranny of Souls.

BRUCE DICKINSON - A TYRANNY OF SOULS.

When shall we three meet again?
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
When the hurly burly's donw?
When the battles lost, not won?

A tyranny of souls.
That love has lost
A tyranny of souls.
A pentecost.
Speak in tongues of fire
Inflaming our desires
Watching as we die...

Who rips the child out from the womb?
Who raised the dagger, who plays the tune?
At the crack of doom on judgement day
No ocean could wash my sins away.

A tyranny of souls
That love has lost
A tyranny of souls
A pentecost
Speaking tongues of fire
Enflaming our desires
Watching as we die
On our own cross
A tyranny of souls.

We are the black space
We are the black light
We shine where no others dare.

Killing my head with the neon
Suffering my fate for no reason
No is a relative stranger to my life.

Deeds of the faithful
Seeds of betrayal.

Hammer the nail into my hand
Anger is ruler in my land
I am the killer of weakness in my head.

We are the black light.
We are the black space.

A tyranny of souls
That love has lost
A tyranny of souls
A pentecost.
Speaking tongues of fire
Inflaming our desires
Watching as we die
On our own cross.

A tyranny of souls
That love has lost
A tyranny of souls
A pentecost
Speaking tongues of fire
Inflaming our desires
Watching as we die.