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Iron Maiden - Powerslave - 2 Minutes To Midnight | Original master backing track for vocalists i.e. use this track when you feel brave enough to try and fill the boots of the AIR RAID SIREN aka BRUCE DICKINSON! :D Lyrics: Kill for gain or shoot to maim We don't need a reason The Golden Goose is on the loose And never out of season Blackened pride still burns inside The 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 Don't you pray for our soul anymore 2 minutes to midnight, The hands that threaten doom. 2 minutes to midnight, To kill the unborn in the womb. The blind men shout, "Let the creatures out We'll show the unbelievers." Napalm screams of human flames For 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. The killer's breed or the demon's seed, The glamour, the fortune, the pain, Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain Don't you pray for our soul anymore 2 minutes to midnight, The hands that threaten doom. 2 minutes to midnight, To kill the unborn in the womb. [Solo] 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 a better kind of gun. The killer's breed or the Demon's seed, The glamour, the fortune, the pain, Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain Don't you pray for my soul anymore. 2 minutes to midnight, The hands that threaten doom. 2 minutes to midnight, To kill the unborn in the womb. Midnight Midnight Midnight It's all night Midnight Midnight Midnight It's all night