We buried our sons, we turned and fled No growing old, the glorious dead But we came back because one man said Now on the beaches the blood runs red
I faced them down, the only one I stood alone and warned the day would come But they were wrong, appeasers every one And not for the last time, we all stand alone
I watch the sun move away as I embrace the night And my black dog has its day for six long years you shall not pass Barbarians at the gates, we will overcome
Here I stand in a serenade of glory Naked by the throne of kings You sowed the wind and now you reaped The whirlwind before the dawn The darkest hour The darkest hour
To blaze in glory like a dying sun One last burning giant till Jupiter moves on Turn the ploughshares into swords You sons of Albion awake defend this sacred land
Here I stand in a serenade of glory Naked by the throne of kings You sowed the wind and now you reaped the whirlwind Before the dawn the darkest hour The darkest hour
Here I stand in a serenade of glory Naked by the throne of kings You sowed the wind and now you reaped the whirlwind Before the dawn the darkest hour
Here I stand in a serenade of glory Naked by the throne of kings You sowed the wind and now you reaped the whirlwind Before the dawn the darkest hour Before the dawn the darkest hour
Compositores: Adrian Frederick Smith (Adrian Smith) (PRS), Paul Bruce Dickinson (Bruce Bruce) (PRS)Editor: Iron Maiden LlpAdministração: BMG Rights Management (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #31537705 em 10/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM