Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Iron Maiden
Iron Maiden
Interpretação
Bruce Dickinson
Bruce Dickinson
Vocais
Steve Harris
Steve Harris
Baixo
Clive Burr
Clive Burr
Bateria
Adrian Smith
Adrian Smith
Violão
Dave Murray
Dave Murray
Violão
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Steve Harris
Steve Harris
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Steve Harris
Steve Harris
Coprodução
Doug Hall
Doug Hall
Produção
Nick Watson
Nick Watson
Engenharia (masterização)

Letra

I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime
Reflecting on my past life, and it doesn't have much time
'Cause at five o'clock they take me to the gallows pole
The sands of time for me are running low
Running low, yeah
When the priest comes to read me the last rites
Take a look through the bars at the last sights
Of a world that has gone very wrong for me
Can it be that there's some sort of error?
Hard to stop the surmounting terror
Is it really the end, not some crazy dream?
Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming
It's not easy to stop from screaming
But words escape me when I try to speak
Tears fall, but why am I crying?
After all, I'm not afraid of dying
Don't I believe that there never is an end?
As the guards march me out to the courtyard
Somebody cries from a cell, "God be with you"
If there's a God, why has He let me go?
As I walk, my life drifts before me
And though the end is near, I'm not sorry
Catch my soul, 'cause it's willing to fly away
Mark my words, believe my soul lives on
Don't worry now that I have gone
I've gone beyond to seek the truth
When you know that your time is close at hand
Maybe then you'll begin to understand
Life down here is just a strange illusion
Yeah-yeah-yeah
Hallowed be thy name
Yeah-yeah-yeah
Hallowed be thy name
Yeah-yeah-yeah
Thank you, thanks very much
This is the song, we're going back to the "Iron Maiden" album for you now
Song you'll get your teeth into
It's a song about a gentleman who wears a mask
And hangs out in the corners of old theaters
Waiting for young ladies to come pass
So he can rip their knickers off and defile 'em
Disgusting, and probably very nice things too
In the dressing room after the show
Written by: Bruce Dickinson, Roger Ramirez, Steve Harris
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