Iron Maiden – The Number of the Beast Lyrics (1982)

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The Number of the Beast Lyrics
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Iron Maiden – The Number of the Beast Lyrics (1982)

1. Invaders

Longboats have been sighted and the evidence of war has begun
Many Nordic fighting men their swords and shields gleam in the sun
Call to arms defend yourselves, get ready to stand and fight for your lives
Judgment day has come around so be prepared don’t run, stand your ground

They’re coming in from the sea
They’ve come the enemy
Beneath the blazing sun
The battle has to be won

Invaders… pillaging
Invaders… looting

Set ablaze the campfires alert, I know lucky other men from inland
Warning must be given there’s not enough men here for a stand
The Vikings are too many much too powerful to take on our own
We must have reinforcements we cannot fight this battle alone

They’re coming over the hill
They’ve come to attack
They’re coming in for the kill
There’s no turning back

Invaders… fighting
Invaders… marauding

Axes grind and maces clash as wounded fighters fall to the ground
Severed limbs and fatal woundings bloody corpses lay all around
The smell of death and burning flesh the battle weary fight to the end
The Saxons have been overpowered victims of the mighty Norsemen

You’d better scatter and run
The battle’s lost and not won
You’d better get away to fight another day

Invaders… raping
Invaders… plundering

2. Children of the Damned

He’s walking like a small child
But watch his eyes burn you away
Black holes in his golden stare
God knows he wants to go home

Children of the damned
Children of the damned
Children of the damned
Children of the damned

He’s walking like a dead man
If he had lived, he would have crucified us all
Now he’s standing on his last step
He thought oblivion well it beckons us all

Children of the damned
Children of the damned
Children of the damned
Children of the damned

Now it’s burning his hands, he’s turning to laugh
Smiles as the flame sears his flesh
Melting his face, screaming in pain
Peeling the skin from his eyes
Watch him die according to plan
He’s dust on the ground, what did we learn?

Uoh-uo-oh-oh-oh-oh
Uoh-uo-oh-oh-oh-oh
Uoh-uo-oh-oh-oh-oh
Uoh-uo-oh-oh-oh-oh
Uoh-uo-oh-oh-oh-oh
Uoh-uo-oh-oh-oh-oh
Uoh-uo-oh-oh-oh-oh

You’re children of the damned
Your back’s against the wall
You turn into the light
You’re burning in the night

You’re children of the damned
Like candles watch them burn
Burning in the light
You’ll burn again tonight

Children of the damned!

3. The Prisoner

“-We want information, information, information”
“-Who are you?”
“-The new number 2, who is number 1?”
“-You are number 6”
“-I am not a number, I am a free man”
-“Ahahahaha…”

I’m on the run, I kill to eat
I’m starving now, feeling dead on my feet
Going all the way, I’m nature’s beast
Do what I want and do as I please

Run, fight to breathe, it’s tough
Now you see me, aha, now you don’t
Break the walls I’m coming out

Not a prisoner, I’m a free man
And my blood is my own now
Don’t care where the past was
I know where I’m going… out!

If you kill me, it’s self defense
But if I kill you then I call it vengeance
Spit in your eye I will defy
You’ll be afraid when I call out your name

Run, fight to breathe, it’s gonna be tough
Now you see me and now you don’t
Break the walls I’m coming out

Not a prisoner, I’m a free man
And my blood is my own now
Don’t care where the past was
I know where I’m going

I’m not a number, I’m a free man
Live my life where I want to
You’d better scratch me from your black book
‘Cause I’ll run rings around you

Not a prisoner, I’m a free man
And my blood is my own now
Don’t care where the past was
I know where I’m going

I’m not a number, I’m a free man
Live my life where I want to
You’d better scratch me from your black book
‘Cause I’ll run rings around you

Not a prisoner, I’m a free man
And my blood is my own now
Don’t care where the past was
I know where I’m going

4. 22 Acacia Avenue

If you’re feeling down depressed and lonely
I know a place where we can go, 22 Acacia Avenue
Meet a lady that I know, so if you’re looking for a good time and you’re prepared to pay the price
Fifteen quid is all she asks for, everybody’s got their vice

If you’re waiting for a long time for the rest to do their piece
You can tell her that you know me and you might even get it free
So any time you’re down the East End, don’t you hesitate to go
You can take my honest word for it, she’ll teach you more than you can know

Charlotte can’t you get out from all this madness? Can’t you see it only brings you sadness?
When you entertain your men don’t know the risk of getting disease
Some day when you’re reach the age of forty, I bet you’ll regret the days when you were laying
Nobody then will want to know, you won’t have any beautiful wares to show, any more

22, the Avenue
That’s the place where we all go
You will find it’s warm inside
The red light’s burning bright tonight

Charlotte isn’t it time you stopped this mad life, don’t you ever think about the bad times
Why do you have to live this way? Do you enjoy your lay or is it the pay?
Sometimes when your strolling down the avenue, the way you walk it make men think of having you
When you’re walking down the street, everybody stops and turns to stare at you

22, the Avenue
That’s the place where we all go
You will find it’s warm inside
The red light’s burning bright tonight

Beat her, mistreat her, do anything that you please
Bite her, excite her, make her get down on her knees
Abuse her, misuse her, she can take all that you’ve got
Caress her, molest her, she always does what you want

You’re running away, don’t you know what you’re doing? Can’t you see it’ll lead you to ruin?
Charlotte you’ve taken your life and you’ve thrown it away
You believe that because what you’re earning? Your life’s good don’t you know that it’s hurting?
All the people that love you don’t cast them aside

All the men that are constantly drooling
It’s no life for you stop all that screwing
You’re packing your bags, you’re coming with me

5. The Number of the Beast

“Woe to you, oh Earth and Sea
For the Devil sends the beast with wrath because he knows the time is short…
Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the beast for it is a human number
Its number is six hundred and sixty six”

I left alone, my mind was blank, I needed time to think to get the memories from my mind
What did I see? Can I believe that what I saw that night was real and not just fantasy?
Just what I saw in my old dreams were they reflections of my warped mind staring back at me
‘Cause in my dreams, it’s always there, the evil face that twists my mind and brings me to despair, yeah..

Night was black, was no use holding back
‘Cause I just had to see, was someone watching me?
In the mist, dark figures move and twist
Was all this for real or just some kind of Hell?

666, the number of the beast
Hell and fire was spawned to be released

Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised
As they start to cry, hands held to the sky
In the night, the fires are burning bright
The ritual has begun, Satan’s work is done

666, the number of the beast
Sacrifice is going on tonight

This can’t go on, I must inform the law
Can this still be real, or just some crazy dream?
But I feel drawn towards the chanting hordes
Seem to mesmerize, can’t avoid their eyes

666, the number of the beast
666, the one for you and me

I’m coming back, I will return
And I’ll possess your body and I’ll make you burn
I have the fire, I have the force
I have the power to make my evil take its course

6. Run to the Hills

White man came across the sea, he brought us pain and misery
He killed our tribes, he killed our creed, he took our game for his own need
We fought him hard, we fought him well, out on the plains, we gave him hell
But many came, too much for Cree, oh will we ever be set free

Riding through dust clouds and barren wastes, galloping hard on the plains
Chasing the redskins back to their holes, fighting them at their own game
Murder for freedom the stab in the back,woman and children and cowards attack

Run to the hills, run for your lives
Run to the hills, run for your lives

Soldier blue in the barren wastes,hunting and killing their game
Raping the women and wasting the men, the only good Injuns are tame
Selling them whiskey and taking their gold, enslaving the young and destroying the old

Run to the hills, run for your lives
Run to the hills, run for your lives

Yeah-eh-eh-eh!
Oh-oh-oh-yeah!

Run to the hills, run for your lives
Run to the hills, run for your lives
Run to the hills, run for your lives
Run to the hills, run for your lives

7. Gangland

Shadows may hide you but also may be your grave
You’re running today maybe tomorrow you’ll be saved
You pray for the daylight to save you for a while
You wonder if your children will face the killer’s smile

Dead men, tell no tales
Gangland, murder’s up for sale
Dead men, tell no tales
Gangland, where the jail birds die

Face at the window leers into your own
But it’s only your reflection still you tremble in your bones
How long can you hide? How long till they come?
A rat in a trap but you’ve got to survive

Once you were glad to be free for a while
The air tasted good and the world was your friend
Then came the day when the hard times began
Now you’re alone but alive for how long?

Dead men, tell no tales
In gangland, the murder’s up for sale
Dead men, tell no tales
In gangland, where the jail birds die

Ah come on!

A knife at your throat another body on the pile
A contract to keep and it’s service with a smile
Murder for vengeance or murder for gain
Death on the streets or a blackened out jail

Dead men, tell no tales
Gangland, murder’s up for sale
Dead men, tell no tales
Gangland, where the jail birds die

Dead men
Dead men
No more
Gangland tell no tales!

8. Hallowed Be Thy Name

I’m waiting in my cold cell, when the bell begins to chime
Reflecting on my past life and it doesn’t have much time
‘Cause at 5 o’clock they take me to the gallows pole
The sands of time for me are running low, running low

When the priest comes to read me the last rites
Take a look through the bars at the last sights
Of a world that has gone very wrong for me

Can it be that there’s some sort of error
Hard to stop the surmounting terror
Is it really the end, not some crazy dream?

Somebody please tell me that I’m dreaming
It’s not easy to stop from screaming but words escape me when I try to speak
Tears fall but why am I crying, after all I’m not afraid of dying
Don’t I believe that there never is an end

As the guards march me out to the courtyard
Somebody cries from a cell “God be with you”, if there’s a God then why has He let me go?
As I walk my life drifts before me, though the end is near I’m not sorry
Catch my soul, it’s willing to fly away

Mark my words, believe my soul lives on
Don’t worry now that I have gone, gone beyond to seek the truth, yeah, yeah
When you know that your time is close at hand
Maybe then you’ll begin to understand, life down here is just a strange illusion

Ye-ye-yeah! Hallowed be thy name
Ye-ye-yeah! Hallowed be thy name
Ye-e-e-e-eah!

 

The Number of the Beast Album Lineup:

Bruce Dickinson Vocals
Steve Harris Bass, Vocals (backing)
Clive Burr (R.I.P. 2013) Drums
Adrian Smith Guitars, Vocals (backing)
Dave Murray Guitars
Barry Clayton (R.I.P. 2011) Narration (track 5) (Guest/Session)

Additional Info:

Videos were made for Run to the Hills and The Number of the Beast.
”The Prisoner” was inspired by the 1967 TV series of the same name. The spoken intro to the track is directly lifted from an episode intro.

22 Acacia Avenue” was originally written by Adrian Smith and performed by his pre-Iron Maiden band Urchin.

According to the liner notes, Iron Maiden once faced the members of Scorpions in a soccer/football match. They tied, 1-1.

A “Classic Albums” documentary has been made for “The Number of the Beast”, chronicling its inception, recording process and legacy. It also includes a skit, written by and starring Bruce Dickinson, referencing the 1967 TV series “The Prisoner”.

The blue background of the original arwork is due to an error in the printing process. The cover was changed to a darker, more grey-tinged background on the 1998 remaster and all subsequent pressings use this version,

Recording information:

Recorded and mixed at Battery Studios, London.

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