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Bruce Dickinson Trumpets Of Jericho
This is the maze of life This is the maze of death This is the matrix of eternity The demon never sleeps The demon never lies He beats my heart and leaves no echo What heavy burden holds me back Every step along the track Fear that roaches deep inside of me At the trumpets of Jericho Still the walls remain At the trumpets of Jericho Avalon's in chains This is the river of space This is the river of time Chase the dragons of infinity Atlas stands and laughs Throws his burden down Rolls the Earth in the inferno Fingers holding onto cracks Howling wind that blows me back Sucked into the grinding wheels of hell At the trumpets of Jericho Still the walls remain Blow the trumpets of Jericho Still the walls remain At the end of the rainbow There the Grail remains Sound the trumpets of Jericho Avalon's in chains As they drag you down In your clothes of lead See the golden light Flashing owerhead Mocking you Do you know who you are In your robes of skin How many creatures live inside you Man is born forever free But is everywhere in chains Trapped inside this earthly prison cell At the trumpets of Jericho Still the walls remain At the trumpets of Jericho Avalon in chains At the trumpets of Jericho There the Grail remains At the trumpets of Jerusalem Still the walls remain Still the walls remain Still the walls remain The silence of the tomb The wheel of fortune round. Temperance and death Still the walls remain At the trumpets of Jericho Still the wall remains
