Killing Floor Lyrics - Scream For Me Brazil (live) - Bruce Dickinson

Satan has left his killing floor 

So this is dream time and all is quiet 

So this is dream time 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 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 has left his killing floor 

Satan has left his killing floor 

Oh oh oh 

Oh oh oh 

Oh oh oh 

So now it's dream time for you, tonight 

So now it's dream time and all is quiet 

You'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, has left his killing floor