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[Bruce Dickinson / Adrian Smith] 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, his 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 Letras de cancionesYou'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 never-ending 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 From Letras Mania