(PowerSlave)

Into the Abyss I'll fall - the eye of Horus
Into the eyes of the night - watching me go
Green is the cat's eye that glows -
in the Temple
Enter the risen Osiris - risen again.

Tell me why I had to be a Powerslave
I don't wanna die, I'm a God,
why can't I live on?
When the Live Giver dies,
all around is laid waste,
And in my last hour,
I'm a slave to the Power of Death.

When I was living this lie - Fear was my game
People would worship and fall -
drop to their knees.
So bring me the blood and red wine
for the one to succeed me,
For he is a man and a God -
and He will die too.

Tell me why I had to be a Powerslave
I don't wanna die, I'm a God,
why can't I live on?
When the Live Giver dies,
all around is laid waste,
And in my last hour,
I'm a slave to the Power of Death.

Now I am cold but a ghost lives in my veins,
Silent the terror that reigned -
marbled in stone.
Shell of man God preserved -
a thousand ages,
But open the gates of my Hell -
I will strike from my grave.

Tell me why I had to be a Powerslave
I don't wanna die, I'm a God,
why can't I live on?
When the Live Giver dies,
all around is laid waste,
And in my last hour,
I'm a slave to the Power of Death.
Slave to the Power of Death ...
Slave to the Power of Death ...


2. Rime Of The Ancient Mariner


Hear the rime of the Ancient Mariner
See his eye as he stops one of three
Mesmerises one of the wedding guests
Stay here and listen to the nightmares
of the sea.

And the music plays on, as the bride passes by
Caught by his spell and
the Mariner tells his tale.

Driven south to the land of the snow and ice
To a place where nobody's been
Through the snow fog flies on the albatross
Hailed in God's name,
hoping good luck it brings.

And the ship sails on, back to the North
Through the fog and ice and
the albatross follows on

The mariner kills the bird of good omen
His shipmates cry against what he's done
But when the fog clears, they justify him
And make themselves a part of the crime.

Sailing on and on and North across the sea
Sailing on and on and North 'till all is calm.

The albatross begins with its vengeance
A terrible curse a thirst has begun
His shipmates blame bad luck on the Mariner
About his neck, the dead bird is hung.

And the curse goes on and on at sea
And the thirst goes on and on for them and me.

"Day after day, day after day,
we stuck nor breath nor motion
As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean
Water, water everywhere and
all the boards did shrink
Water, water everywhere nor any drop to drink."
(SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE (1798-1834)

There, calls the Mariner,
there comes a ship over the line
But how can she sail with no wind
in her sails and no tide.

See ... onward she comes
Onwards she nears, out of the sun
See ... she has no crew
She has no life, wait but there's two

Death and she life in Death,
they throw their dice for the crew
She wins the Mariner and he belongs to her now.
Then ... crew one by one
They drop down dead, two hundred men
She ... She, Life in Death.
She lets him live, her chosen one.

Narrative
"One after one by the star dogged moon,
too quick for groan or sigh
each turned his face with a ghastly pang,
and cursed me with his eye
four times fifty living men
(and I heard nor sigh nor groan),
with heavy thump, a lifeless lump,
they dropped down one by one."
(SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE (1798-1834)

The curse it lives on in their eyes
The Mariner he wished he'd die
Along with the sea creatures
But they lived on, so did he.

And by the light of moon
He prays for their beauty not doom
With heart he blesses them
God's creatures all of them too.

Then the spell starts to break
The albatross falls from his neck
Sinks down like lead into the sea
Then down in falls comes the rain.

Hear the groans od the long dead seamen
See them stir and they start to rise
Bodies lifted by good spirits
None of them speak
and they're lifeless in their eyes.

And revenge is still sought, penance starts again
Cast into a trance and the nightmare carries on.

Now the curse is finally lifted
And the Mariner sights his home
Spirits go from the long dead bodies
Form their own light and
the Mariner's left alone

And then a boat came sailing towards him
It was a joy he could not believe
The pilots boat, his son and the hermit
Penance of life will fall onto Him.

And the ship it sinks like lead into the sea
And the hermit shrieves the Mariner of his sins

The Mariner's bound to tell of his story
To tell his tale wherever he goes
To teach God's word by his own example
That we must love all things that God made.

And the wedding guest's a sad and wiser man
And the tale goes on and on and on


3. Two Minutes to Midnight

Kill for again or shoot to maim
But we don't need a reason
To Golden Goose is on the loose
And never out of season,
Blackened pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Here's my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death.

The killer's breed or the Demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
But don't you pray for my soul anymore.

2 minutes to midnight,
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes ot midnight,
To kill the unborn in the womb.

The blind men shout let the creatures out
We'll show the unbeliverers,
The Napalm screams of human flames
Of a prime time Belsen Feast ... YEAH!
As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat
and lick the gravy.
We oil the jaws of the war machine
and feed it with our babies.

*Chorus*
The body bags and little rags of children
torn in two
And the jellied brains of those who remain
to put the finger right on you
As the madmen play on words and make us all
dance to their song
To the tune of starving millions
to make better kind of gun.

*Chorus*
Midnight ... all night ...
(repeat)