Iron Maiden Legacy Lyrics

Tell you a thing, that you ought to know
Two minutes of your time, then on you go
Tell tale of the men, all dressed in black
That most of them, not coming back
Sent off to the war, to play little games
And on their return, can't name no names
Some strange yellow gas, has played with their minds
Has reddened their eyes, removed all the lies
And strange as it sounds, death knows no bounds
How many get well, only time will tell
Only time will tell

You lie in your death bed now but what did you bring to the table
Brought us only holy sin, utter trust is a deadly thing
To the prayer of holy peace, we didn't know what was lying underneath
So how could we be such fools and to think that we thought you the answer

I can't begin to understand in all the lies
But on your death bed I can see it in you eyes
Just as clear as all the sweat upon your brow
It really makes sense I can see it clearly now

Tangled up in a web of lies could have been a way to prophesise
Unaware of the consequence not aware of the secrets that you kept
Nothing that we could believe to reveal the facade of faceless men
Not a thing that we could foresee now a sign that would tell us the outcome

You had us all strung out with promises of peace
But all along you cover plan was to deceive
Can it put to rights now only time will tell
Your prophecies will send us all to hell as well

Left to all our golden sons
All to pick up on the peace
You could have given all of them
A little chance... at least
Take the world to a better place
Given them all just a little hope
Just think what a legacy
You know... will leave

SOLO

We seem destined to live in fear
And some that would say Armageddon is near
But where there's a life while there's hope
That man won't self destruct
Why can't we treat our fellow men
With more respect and a shake of their hands
But anger and loathing is trife
The death on all sides is becoming a way of life
We live in an uncertain world
Fear understanding and ignorance is leading to death
Only the corpses are left for vultures that prey on their bones

But some are just not wanting peace
Their whole life is death and misery
The only thing that they know
Fight fire with fire life is cheap
But if they do stop to think
That man is teetering right on the brink
But do you think that they care
They benefit from death and pain and despair