The Legacy - Iron Maiden

Tell you a thing that you ought to know

Two minutes of your time, then on you go

Tell tale of the men all dressed in black

That most of them, not coming back

Sent off to war to play little games

And on their return, can’t name no names

Some strange yellow gas has played with their minds

Has reddened their eyes, removed all the lies

And strange as it sounds, death knows no bounds

How many get well?

Only time will tell

Only time will tell

You lie in your death bed now

But what did you bring to the table?

Brought us only holy sin

Utter trust is a deadly thing

To the prayer of holy peace

We didn’t know what was lying underneath

So how could we be such fools?

And to think that we thought you the answer

I can’t begin to understand in all the lies

But on your death bed, I can see it in your eyes

Just as clear as all the sweat upon your brow

It really makes sense, I can really see it clearly now

Tangled up in a web of lies

Could have been a way to prophesize

Unaware of the consequence

Not aware of the secrets that you kept

Nothing that we could believe

To reveal the facade of faceless men

Not a thing that we could foresee

Now a sign that would tell us the outcome

You had us all strung out with promises of peace

But all along, your cover plan was to deceive

Can it put to rights now?

Only time will tell

Your prophecies will send us all to Hell as well

Left to all our golden sons

All to pick up on the peace

You could have given all of them

A little chance, at least

Take the world to better place

Given them all just a little hope

Just think what a legacy you now will leave

We seemed destined to live in fear

And some that would say Armageddon is near

But where there’s a life, while there’s hope

That man won’t self-destruct

Why can’t we treat our fellow men

With more respect and a shake of their hands?

But anger and loathing is rife

The death on all sides is becoming a way of life

We live in an uncertain world

Fear, understanding and ignorance is leading to death

Only the corpses are left

For vultures that prey on their bones

But some are just not wanting peace

Their whole life is death and misery

The only thing that they know;

«Fight fire with fire, life is cheap»

But if they do stop to think

That man is teetering right on the brink

But do you think that they care?

They benefit from death and pain and despair