Тексты песен «Bruce Dickinson»

I will not be pushed I will not be stamped defiled I will not be crushed I am not your only child I am not a freak Object of your own desire I am not ashamed I am not your alibi I stand alone but I can see...

Here I sit, Alone at the window The rain Falls down On the glass In the cold All my life I've been waiting For a moment It never came Maybe never will Ah,sometimes I don't know Those days are gone Now I hide where I...

Here I sit Alone At a window The rain Falls down On the class In the cold All my life I've been waiting For a moment It never came Maybe never will Ah,sometimes I don't know Those days are gone Now I hide...

How happy is the human soul Not enslaved by dull control Left to dream and roam and play Shed the guilt of former days Walking on the foggy shore Watch the waves come rolling home Through the veil of pale moonlight My...

We all have secret lives In our secret rooms, Living in our movies, humming our own tunes Living life in camera, When the night is closing dovn, Sliding into darkness, You could be like me Where are you going? What are...

We all have secret lives In our secret rooms, Living in our movies, humming our own tunes Living life in camera, When the night is closing dovn, Sliding into darkness, You could be like me Where are you going?...

Cold sunlight falling on me Cold sunlight falling on me I am a lonely man Sorrow is my friend Fall asleep as the dawn comes up A ray of hope again Hold the crystal vision for a second Let it pass Hold the...

The first hell rider came On wings of plenty in the dark Poured out his poison And he blew away his mark The fascist from the east is coming Mothers, hide your sons The second hell rider came From flaming seas...

You wanna know where legends live? At the rainbow's end I'll be there There's a place in inner space That's where I'll get to you I'm not the shy retiring kind Like a supernova for the blind I used to sit at God's...

Put and opening shot. Across your bows. Got tunnel vision. Pull the sheets in now. Let'em flap. Let'em rip. This man of war gonna sink your ship. Gonna blow you midships. Gonna dive tonight. There's no release when your...

[D. Siviter/ A. Siviter] [First Shots recording session, 1977] Waiting for the midnight hour [x6] [CHORUS:] My name is Dracula, Come here, I've something for you Dracula, I need a little life Dracula, And you...

Well, you bred me Well, you fed me Well, you made me what I am Something for nothing Good for nothing Well... It's a dreamstate - a dreamstate To kill me with kindness, you'll just have to wait You say I'm...

You knew I wouldn't go That's why you threatened me Would I stay? Said I was sick, and I'd be alone Said my mind was not my own I didn't learn... You crawled up on your knees A victim's pretty-please Would I...

Always let you down... Always fooled around Always stealing in your own way Life just seems too short Life lived in the dirt Kicked in the teeth Is what you meant to say Fighting battles, never fired a shot When you...

Always let you down... Always fooled around Always stealing your own way Life just seems too short Life lived in the dirt Kicked in the theet Is what you meant to say Fighting battles,never fired a shot When...

(B. Dickinson / Roy Z.) He rides the wave, aspiring slave The Prince of Darkness plays his games You're hypnotized, under velvet skies He breathes the red wind 'cross your eyes Who leads you to the dark secret? Who...

As above, so below All things come from the one Now you are the victim Carried by the wind, rooted in the ground If you want to learn the secrets Close your eyes... The ladder falls away At the gates of Urizen Fallen...

Accident Of Birth, Cds 1, 12" In Your Hour Of Darkness, Be Not Afraid As The Mooblight Shivers On Your Grave Come Back To Fight You Here Saves You From The Danger Come Back To Lead You Home From A Hooded Stranger...

When I was younger I thought That to kill or be killed Was a thing to be proud of Victim of change Prisoner of hope, hanged by the neck On the end of a rope I don't know... I don't care... Oh... one of the damned Oh,...

When I was younger I thought That to kill or be killed Was a thing to be proud of Victim of change Prisoner of hope, hanged by the neck On the end of a rope I don't know... I don't care... Oh, one of the damned...