Information
Album Name
Live After Death
Artist
Iron Maiden
Genre
록/메탈
Release Date
1985
Release Agency
워너뮤직
Hangul

2 Minutes To Midnight - Iron Maiden
Kill for gain or shoot to maim
But we don't need a reason
The golden goose is on the loose
And never out of season
Some blackened pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Here's my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death.
The killers breed or the Demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
But don't you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight,
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight,
To kill the unborn in the womb.
- 간 주 중 -
The blind men shout let the creatures out
We'll show the unbelievers.
The Napalm screams of human flames
Of a prime time Belsen Feast.....Yeah!
As the reasons for the carnage
cut their meat and lick the gravy,
We oil the jaws of the war machine
and feed it with out babies.
The killers breed or the Demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
But don't you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight,
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight,
To kill the unborn in the womb.
- 간 주 중 -
The body bags and little rags
of children torn in two
And the jellied brains of those who
remain to put the finger right on you,
As the Madmen play on words
and make us all dance to their song,
To the tune of starving millions
to make a better kind of gun.
The killers breed or the Demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
But don't you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight,
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight,
To kill the unborn in the womb.
Midnight...all night

Romanization2 Minutes To Midnight - Iron Maiden
Kill for gain or shoot to maim
But we don't need a reason
The golden goose is on the loose
And never out of season
Some blackened pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Here's my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death.
The killers breed or the Demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
But don't you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight,
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight,
To kill the unborn in the womb.
- gan ju jung -
The blind men shout let the creatures out
We'll show the unbelievers.
The Napalm screams of human flames
Of a prime time Belsen Feast.....Yeah!
As the reasons for the carnage
cut their meat and lick the gravy,
We oil the jaws of the war machine
and feed it with out babies.
The killers breed or the Demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
But don't you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight,
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight,
To kill the unborn in the womb.
- gan ju jung -
The body bags and little rags
of children torn in two
And the jellied brains of those who
remain to put the finger right on you,
As the Madmen play on words
and make us all dance to their song,
To the tune of starving millions
to make a better kind of gun.
The killers breed or the Demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
But don't you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight,
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight,
To kill the unborn in the womb.
Midnight...all night

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