Texty: Bruce Dickinson. Tyranny Of Souls. Soul Intruders.

We ride the cosmic streams of time
We are the fools who came to trust
We blind the eyes of history
We tear ourselves down from your cross
Hope flies, we live again
Half-lives, now we are one

We?re the Soul Intruders and the worwling void of night
We?re the Soul Intruders and we're crying for the light
We?re the Soul Intruders we ignore our father on
And the soul survivors but who sits on my thrown

Solid winds have taken hold
Blowing us where we do not know
Existence silent and unknown
Fire the Sun and ??????????????
Hope flies, each but never kill
Half-lives, we live as well

We?re the Soul Intruders and the worwling void of night
We?re the Soul Intruders and we're crying for the light
We?re the Soul Intruders we ignore our father on
And the soul survivors but who sits on my thrown

SOLO

Half-lives, he but never kill
Hope flies, we live as well

We?re the Soul Intruders and the worwling void of night
We?re the Soul Intruders and we're crying for the light
We?re the Soul Intruders we ignore our father on
And the soul survivors but who sits on my thrown