Letras:
Dickinson Bruce Best Of Bruce

A silent river flowin' black Strange attractors, no turnin' back Present danger I recall That pins my senses to the wall Back from the edge (Back from

Journey back to the dark side, back into the womb Back to where the spirits move like vapor from the tomb The center of the cyclone, blowing out the sun

Slowly bleeding, watch the vortex feeding Like a swirling vulture on your face Every hour the unseen rays devour Your screaming eyes cry out but they

There are twelve commandments There are twelve divisions Twelve are the Pagans who have mapped the sky In the outer circle To the inner sanctum From the

[B. Dickinson/ J. Gers] [Tattooed millionaire-sessions, 1990] Before I met my baby, there was a whole lot going on Yea, before I met my baby, there

[B. Dickinson/ Roy Z.] I will not be pushed I will not be stamped defiled I will not be crushed I am not your only child I am not a freak object of

[C. Dale] [Skunkworks-sessions, 1996] [CHORUS:] I'm in a band with an Italian drummer and all the girls just fall in his lap I'm in a band with an Italian

[D. Siviter/ A. Siviter] [First Shots recording session, 1977] Waiting for the midnight hour [x6] [CHORUS:] My name is Dracula, Come here, I've something

[B. Dickinson/ J. Crichton/ R. Baker] [Keith Olsen-sessions, 1993] A silent sleeping vampire, arisen from his grave As I am still quiet in the dark