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miércoles, 17 de febrero de 2010
miércoles, 22 de abril de 2009
The evil that men do
THE EVIL THAT MEN DO
(Smith, Dickinson, Harris)
Love is a razor and I walked the line
On that silver blade;
Slept in the dust with his daughter,
Her eyes red with
The slaughter of innocence.
But I will pray for her,
I will call her name out loud,
I would bleed for her,
I only I could see her now.
Living on a razor's edge,
Balancing on a ledge,
Living on a razor's edge.
The evil that men do lives on and on...
The evil that men do lives on and on...
The evil that men do lives on and on...
The evil that men do lives on and on...
Circle of fire my baptism of joy, at an end it seems,
The seventh lamb slain
The book of life opens before me;
But I will pray for you,
Some day I may return;
Don't you cry for me,
Beyond is where I learn.
(Smith, Dickinson, Harris)
Love is a razor and I walked the line
On that silver blade;
Slept in the dust with his daughter,
Her eyes red with
The slaughter of innocence.
But I will pray for her,
I will call her name out loud,
I would bleed for her,
I only I could see her now.
Living on a razor's edge,
Balancing on a ledge,
Living on a razor's edge.
The evil that men do lives on and on...
The evil that men do lives on and on...
The evil that men do lives on and on...
The evil that men do lives on and on...
Circle of fire my baptism of joy, at an end it seems,
The seventh lamb slain
The book of life opens before me;
But I will pray for you,
Some day I may return;
Don't you cry for me,
Beyond is where I learn.
sábado, 18 de abril de 2009
Seventh son of a seventh son
Séptimo álbum editado por Maiden, lanzado en 1988.
Can I play with madness? Of course...
Can I play with madness? Of course...
CAN I PLAY WITH MADNESS?
(Smith, Dickinson, Harris)
Give me the sense to wonder,
To wonder if I'm free.
Give me a sense of wonder,
To know I can be me.
Give me the strength to hold my head up,
Spit back in their face;
Don't need no key to unlock this door,
Gonna break down the walls,
Break out of this bad place!.
Can I play with madness,
The prophet stared at his crystal ball.
Can I play with madness,
There's no vision there at all.
Can I play with madness,
The prophet looked and he laughed at me.
Can I play with madness
He said you're blind, too blind to see...
I screamed aloud to the old man,
I said: Don't lie, don't say, you dont know!
I say: You pay for your mischief,
In this world or the next!
Oh and then he fixed me with a freezing glance,
And the hellfires raged in his eyes;
He said do you wanna know the truth son?
I'll tell you the truth:
"Your soul's gonna burn in a lake of fire."
(Smith, Dickinson, Harris)
Give me the sense to wonder,
To wonder if I'm free.
Give me a sense of wonder,
To know I can be me.
Give me the strength to hold my head up,
Spit back in their face;
Don't need no key to unlock this door,
Gonna break down the walls,
Break out of this bad place!.
Can I play with madness,
The prophet stared at his crystal ball.
Can I play with madness,
There's no vision there at all.
Can I play with madness,
The prophet looked and he laughed at me.
Can I play with madness
He said you're blind, too blind to see...
I screamed aloud to the old man,
I said: Don't lie, don't say, you dont know!
I say: You pay for your mischief,
In this world or the next!
Oh and then he fixed me with a freezing glance,
And the hellfires raged in his eyes;
He said do you wanna know the truth son?
I'll tell you the truth:
"Your soul's gonna burn in a lake of fire."
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