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• Artiste: Bruce Dickinson
• Titre: Many Doors To Hell
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All things of love and beauty, lost in clouds of fiery dust Beneath the blood-red sky, the shifting sands will cover us We drink the cup of secrets, dreaming of the afterlife The sun begins its journey, taking us from day to night So where was God when I needed him most? What salvation is the Holy Ghost For what I've done, you can't blame me I've lived across the centuries When the sun goes down I wear my thorn and crown I know them all so well So many opening doors to hell I drink the cup of starlight, dreaming of the day to come My fingers turn the pages of the Book of Life that's yet to come My blood is thin, my body ached, the lion earth is still my fate Eclipse will come to set me free. And for that moment, I can't wait Telling you now I will come again With the knowledge from my secret room Show me treasure with humankind Drink of me, lose your mind When the sun goes down I wear my thorn in crown I know the world so well The many opening doors to hell I made the earth unbound Tears of desolation felt Believe the tales I tell The many opening doors to hell How life will leave us with wounds, so we must Human deceives of your soul Retrievers When the sun goes down I wear my thorny crown I know the world so well The many opening doors to hell I made the earth unbound Tears of desolation found Believe the tales I tell The many opening doors to hell The many opening doors to hell The many opening doors to hell The many opening doors to hell