Bruce Dickinson
Single • 1997
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Here, in a church, a small boy is kneeling He prays to a god he does not know, he cannot feel All of his sins of childhood he will remember He will not cry, tears he will not cry Man of sorrows, I won't see your face Man of sorrows, you left without a trace A small boy wonders, what was it all about? Is your journey over - has it just begun? Vision of a new world from the ashes of the old "Do what thou wilt!", he screams from his cursed soul A tortured seer, a prophet of our emptiness Wondering why, wondering why... Man of sorrows, I won't see your face (I won't see your face) Man of sorrows, you left without a trace A small boy wonders, what was it all about? Is your journey over - has it just begun? A man of sorrows, racked With thoughts that dare not speak their name Trapped inside a body, made to feel only guilt and shame His anger all his life - "I hate myself!", he cried "Do what thou wilt!" "Do what thou wilt!", he cried Man of sorrows, I won't see your face (I won't see your face) Man of sorrows, you left without a trace (left without a trace) A small boy wonders, what was it all about? Is your journey over - has it just begun? Man of sorrows, I won't see your face (I won't see your face) Man of sorrows, you left without a trace (left without a trace) A small boy wonders, what was it all about? Is your journey over - has it just begun? Has it just begun?
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025
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The first hellrider 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 hellrider came From flaming seas and molten sands Pipers playing Hell's commands Poured out his poison With his promises of promised lands Blackened tongues of lying leaders Here come the riders As the wheel of Dharma's running out of time Here come the riders As the wheel of Dharma's running out of time The third hellrider came Teaching brothers to kill brother men And the fourth hellrider waits On an acid trip for an acid world Wars of old religious fools and superstitious men Throw some scary Tarot cards and... Here come the riders As the wheel of Dharma's running out of time Here come the riders As the revolution's stepping into line The dark side of Aquarius Has robbed us of our souls and minds Here come the riders As the wheel of Dharma's running out of time From the starlit sky, on a silver sea A lonely silver surfer comes to push the wheel for me A lonely silver surfer comes to push the wheel for me Gotta move, gotta move Gotta move that wheel right 'round Gotta move, gotta move Gotta move that wheel right 'round Gotta move, gotta move Gotta move that wheel around Gotta push the wheel of Dharma 'round Push the wheel of Dharma 'round Push the wheel of Dharma 'round Push the wheel right 'round, right 'round I've gotta move the wheel of Dharma Gotta move the wheel of Dharma Gotta move the wheel of Dharma Move that wheel right around Gotta move the wheel of Dharma Gotta move the wheel of Dharma now
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025
There, on a lonely desert hilltop The pilgrims huddle closer Waiting for a sign, the coming silver shrine The arc of space and time Truth, oh, the truth is never clear Perhaps again next year The hope lives on beneath the blazing sun One day you'll come In my heart I reach you In my heart I reach out to you In my heart I touch the face of god In my dreams somehow... In my heart I reach you In my heart I reach out to you In my heart I touch the face of god It's all a dream... In my heart I reach you In my heart I reach out to you In my heart I touch the face of god It's all a dream, somehow... Truth, oh, the truth is never clear Perhaps again next year The hope lives on beneath the blazing sun One day you'll come
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025
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