Killing floor — текст песни (Bruce dickinson)

So this is dreamtime, and all is quiet
So this is dreamtime, and all is night
You`ve never been held by the hand of god
Who`s rocking the cradle, if he is not?

He turned the oil into his blood
Panzer divisions burning in in the mud
The stain of freedom - he`s washed it out
Who`s rocking the cradle - I have no doubt

Sleeping eyes awake
To see his hooded gaze
Whispers on the wind
The darker side of ecstasy...

Satan - has left his killing floor
Satan - has left his killing floor
Satan - hellfires burn no more
Satan - has left his killing floor

(oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
(oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
(oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
(oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

So now it`s dreamtime for you tonight
So now it`s dreamtime, and all is quiet
You`ve never been held by the hand of god
Who`s rocking your cradle, if he is not?

Sleeping eyes awake
To see his hooded gaze
Whispers on the wind
The never-ending breath goodbye...

Satan - has left his killing floor
Satan - has left his killing floor
Satan - his fires burn no more
Satan - is coming back for more

Satan - has left his killing floor
Satan - has left his killing floor