Mother of Mercy - Iron Maiden

Sitting, waiting in the falling rain.

Getting ready to begin again.

Wounded, lying, crying.

Bodies moving, dying.

All around there is the smell

of death and fire.

Here the planes are coming.

Hear the soldiers running.

Killing on a scale to comprehend.

Why are we here?

In this place… here to kill.

Please, God, forgive us for

what we have done.

I always thought I was doing right.

As of now, I’m not feeling so sure.

I’m at a place of where

I give no grace.

I’m a soldier of war.

I sit waiting for my darkest hour

to come.

I cannot think of all the things

that I have done.

It shouldn’t take a fool to see

that I believe.

Accept the consequence.

Repent for what I’ve done.

You tell me what is certain

but I’ll tell you what is true.

You tell me what is honesty

when all around is death

and cruelty.

The making of man is fire.

Not giving in to our desires.

Within the truth that lies

within the only thing.

Mother of Mercy.

Angel of death, desire.

Mother of Mercy

taking my last breath of fire.

Mother of Mercy.

Angel of pain.

Mother of Mercy

taking my last breath.

Some say you are a lost cause.

Some say you are a Saint.

Just being here’s an act of suffering and restraint.

Walk down the long dark road

to ruin, panic not.

I’ll die a lonely death, of that

I’m certain of.

Rivers flow with blood.

There’s nowhere left to hide.

It’s hard to comprehend

there’s anyone left alive.

Sick of all the killing

and the reek of death.

Will God tell me what religion is to man?

I don’t hold with bad religion,

understand what’s underneath it.

Now I come to think of it,

I just don’t hold at all, you know it.

You say you are a holy man

but what is it you do?

From where I stand is nothing

but a hollow man I see.

Mother of Mercy.

Angel of death, desire.

Mother of Mercy

taking my last breath of fire.

Mother of Mercy.

Angel of pain.

Mother of Mercy

taking my last breath.

I’m just a lonely soldier fighting

in a bloody hopeless war.

Don’t know what I’m fighting,

who it is, or what I’m fighting for.

Thought it was for money.

Make my fortune, now I’m not

so sure.

Seem to just have lost my way.