[B. Dickinson/ A. Dickson] [Skunkworks-sessions, 1996] Say goodbye to earth's children on a sleigh ride to the moon Blue and white in the distance,
[B. Dickinson/ Roy Z.] [The Chemical Wedding-sessions, 1998] How many lifetimes, how many beginnings How many lovers, how many threats How many religions
[B. Dickinson/ Roy Z.] Sound of merlins fired up and their spoiling for the fight 1000 bombers ready, it's the target for tonight Deeper into Germany
[B. Dickinson/ Roy Z.] [The Chemical Wedding-sessions, 1998] We live and die like all the rest Every summer has its sunset every year Love and hope
[B. Dickinson/ Roy Z.] [Accident of Birth-sessions, 1997] When the dying western sun dips low And the raincloud rises in the east Between the lines
[B. Dickinson] For too long now There were secrets in my mind For too long now There were things I should have said In the darkness, I was stumbling
[B. Dickinson/ J. Gers] Tattooed boys with expensive toys. Living in a bubble of sin. Money can buy you most of anything. Fix your nose or the mess
[B. Dickinson/ J. Gers] Born in a mining town in '58. When black and white TV was up to date. And men where still around. Who fought for freedom. Stood
[B. Dickinson/ Roy Z] Journey back to the darkside, back into the womb back to where the spirits move like vapour from the tomb The centre of the cyclone
[B. Dickinson/ Roy Z] The first hellrider came on wings a-plenty in the dark Hauled out his poison and they blew away his mark The fascist from the
[B. Dickinson / Roy Z.] 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
[B. Dickinson/ A. Smith] Slowly bleeding whilst the vortex feeding like a swirling vulture on your face Every hour the unseen rays devour your screaming
[B. Dickinson/ A. Dickson] A silent river flowing black Strange attractions, no turning back Present danger I recall that pins my senses to the wall
[B. Dickinson] [Demo, 1992] Here in a church a small boy in kneeling He prays to a God he doesn't know, he cannot feel All of his sins of childhood
[B. Dickinson / Roy Z.] There are twelve commandments There are twelve divisions Twelve are the pagans who have mapped the sky In the outer circle To