Bruce Dickinson Killing Floor
So this is dreamtime And all is quiet So this is dreamtime and all is night I've never been held by the hand of God Who's rocking my cradle, if he is not He turned the oil into his blood Panzer divisions burning 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 his fires burn no more Satan has left his killing floor If this is dreamtime for you tonight If this is dreamtime and all is quiet You've been never been held by the hand of God Who's rocking your cradle if he is not? Satan has left his killing floor Satan has left his killing floor Satan his fires burn no more Satan is coming back for more
