Bruce Dickinson - Killing Floor Lyrics
So this is dreamtime and all is quietSo this is dreamtime and all is nightYouve never been held by the hand of GodWhos rocking the cradle if he is notHe turned the oil into his bloodPanzer divisions burning in the mudThe stain of freedom, hes washed it outWhos rocking the cradle, I have no doubtSleeping eyes awake, to see his hooded gazeWhispers on the wind, the darker side of ecstasySatan has left his killing floorSatan has left his killing floorSatan hell fires burn no moreSatan has left his killing floorSo now its dreamtime for you tonightSo now its dreamtime and all is quietYouve never been held by the hand of GodWhos rocking your cradle if he is notSleeping eyes awake, to see his hooded gazeWhispers on the wind, the neverending breath goodbyeSatan has left his killing floorSatan has left his killing floorSatan his fires burn no moreSatan is coming back for moreSatan has left his killing floorSatan has left his killing floor