Tyranny of Souls - Bruce Dickinson

When shall we three meet again?

In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

When the hurly-burly's done?

When the battle’s 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 judgment day

No ocean could wash my sins away

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

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

Speak in 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

Speak in tongues of fire

Inflaming our desires, watching as we die!