Trumpets Of Jericho - Bruce Dickinson

This is the maze of life, this is the maze of death

This is the matrix of eternity

The demon never sleeps, the demon never lies

He beats my heart and leaves no echo

What heavy burden holds me back

Every step along the track

Fear that reaches deep inside of me

At the trumpets of Jericho, still the walls remain

At the trumpets of Jericho, Avalon’s in chains

This is the river of space, this is the river of time

Chase the dragons of infinity

Atlas stands and laughs, throws his burden down

Rolls the earth in the inferno

Fingers holding onto cracks

The howling wind that blows us back

Sucked into the grinding wheels of hell

At the trumpets of Jericho, still the walls remain

Blow the trumpets of Jericho, still the walls remain

At the end of the rainbow, there the grail remains

Sound the trumpets of Jericho, Avalon’s in chains

As they drag you down, in your clothes of lead

See the golden light, flashing overhead

Mocking you…

Do you know who you are

In your ropes of skin

How many creatures live inside you?

Man is born forever free, but is everywhere in chains

Trapped inside this earthly prison cell…

At the trumpets of Jericho, still the walls remain

At the trumpets of Jericho, Avalon’s in chains

At the trumpets of Jericho, there the grail remains

At the trumpets of Jericho, still the walls remain…

Still the walls remain…

Still the walls remain…

Still the walls remain…

Silence of the tomb

And the wheel of fortune round — yeah…