<b>"I played the "Number of the Beast" of Iron Maiden today."</b>
<i>And let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the beast, for it is a human number. It's number, six hundred and sixty six.</i>
Old Iron Maiden kicks ass beyond all words. Never has a band existed with a cooler mascot, cooler album covers, or that's consistently wrote cooler lyrics.
Ever.
The Trooper, by Iron Maiden.
You'll take my life and i'll take yours too!
You fire your musket and i'll run you through!
So while you're waiting for the next attack,
You better stand there's no turning back.
The bugle sounds, the charge begins,
On this battlefield no one wins.
The smell of arcrid smoke and horses breath
As you plunge into a certain death!
The horse he sweats, with fear we break to run,
The mighty roar of the russian guns!
And as we race towards the human wall,
The screams of pain as my comrades fall!
We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground,
And the russians fire another round!
We get so near, yet so far away,
We wont live to fight another day!
We get so close, near enough to fight,
When a russian gets me in his sights!
He pulls the trigger, and I feel the blow,
A burst of rounds take my horse below!
And as I lay there gazing at the sky,
My bodys numb, and my throat is dry!
And as I lay forgotten and alone...
Without a tear I draw my parting groan.
Whoa oh oh, whoa oh oh whoa oh!
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<b>"One post, One Kill".</b>
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