Bruce Dickinson - Killing Floor lyrics

So this is dreamtime and all is quiet

So this is dreamtime and all is night

You've never been held by the hand of God

Who's rocking the 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 – hell fires burn no more

Satan – has left his killing floor

So now it's dreamtime for you tonight

So now it's dreamtime and all is quiet

You've never been held by the hand of God

Who's rocking your cradle if he is not

Sleeping eyes awake, to see his hooded gaze

Whispers on the wind, the neverending breath goodbye

Satan – has left his killing floor

Satan – has left his killing floor

Satan – his fires burn no more

Satan – is coming back for more

Satan – has left his killing floor

Satan – has left his killing floor...