If you're proud to be black because of what some other black person did in history, then you should be ashamed to be black for what that black criminal did in the ghetto the other day. So much for the foolishness of pride. Black pride is divisive. This separation and race-obsession is the antithesis of what Dr Martin Luther King Jr. stood for. Now who's 'down'?. + Informações

kickass song! i love it!!!! lyrics: Kill for gain or shoot to maim But we dont need a reason The golden goose is on the loose And never out of season Some blackened pride still burns inside This shell of bloody treason Heres my gun for a barrel of fun For the love of living death. Chorus The killers breed or the demons seed, The glamour, the fortune, the pain, Go to war again, blood is freedoms stain, But dont you pray for my soul anymore. 2 minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom. 2 minutes to midnight To kill the unborn in the womb. The blind men shout let the creatures out Well show the unbelievers The napalm screams of human flames Of a prime time belsen feast...yeah! As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy, We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies. Chorus The body bags and little rags of children torn in two And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you. As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song, To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun. Chorus Midnight...all night.... + Informações

Great song by Iron Maiden! :D Kill for gain or shoot to maim But we dont need a reason The golden goose is on the loose And never out of season Some blackened pride still burns inside This shell of bloody treason Heres my gun for a barrel of fun For the love of living death. Chorus The killers breed or the demons seed, The glamour, the fortune, the pain, Go to war again, blood is freedoms stain, But dont you pray for my soul anymore. 2 minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom. 2 minutes to midnight To kill the unborn in the womb. The blind men shout let the creatures out Well show the unbelievers The napalm screams of human flames Of a prime time belsen feast...yeah! As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy, We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies. Chorus The body bags and little rags of children torn in two And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you. As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song, To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun. Chorus Midnight...all night... (you might also like this :D) www.youtube.com. + Informações

Iron Maiden - 2 minutes to midnight ! Lyrics: Kill for gain or shoot to maim But we don't need a reason The Golden Goose is on the loose And never out of season Blackened pride still burns inside This shell of bloody treason Here's my gun for a barrel of fun For the love of living death. CHORUS The killer's breed or the demon's seed, The glamour, the fortune, the pain, Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain, Don't you pray for my soul anymore. 2 minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom. 2 minutes to midnight To kill the unborn in the womb. The blind men shout let the creatures out We'll show the unbelievers Napalm screams of human flames For a prime time Belsen feast...YEAH! As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy, We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies. CHORUS The body bags and little rags of children torn in two And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you. As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song, To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun. CHORUS Midnight, midnight, midnight Is all night Midnight, midnight, midnight Is all day Midnight All night. + Informações

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Artist: Iron Maiden Song: 2 Minutes to Midnight Album: Powerslave Year: 1984 Lyrics: "[Smith/Dickinson] Kill for gain or shoot to maim We don't need a reason The Golden Goose is on the loose And never out of season Blackened pride still burns inside The shell of bloody treason Here's my gun for a barrel of fun For the love of living death The killer's breed or the demon's seed, The glamour, the fortune, the pain, Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain Don't you pray for our soul anymore 2 minutes to midnight, The hands that threaten doom. 2 minutes to midnight, To kill the unborn in the womb. The blind men shout, "Let the creatures out We'll show the unbelievers." Napalm screams of human flames For a prime time Belsen feast ... yeah! As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies. The killer's breed or the demon's seed, The glamour, the fortune, the pain, Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain Don't you pray for our soul anymore 2 minutes to midnight, The hands that threaten doom. 2 minutes to midnight, To kill the unborn in the womb. [Solo] The body bags and little rags of children torn in two And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun. The killer's breed or the Demon's seed, The glamour, the fortune, the pain, Go to war again .... + Informações

The official and original music video. Can be found on Iron Maiden ''Visions of the Beast'' DVD. Iron Maiden Bruce Dickinson - Vocals Dave Murray - Solo Guitar Adrian Smith - Rhythm Guitar Steve Harris - Bass Guitar Nicko McBrain - Drums Lyrics: Kill for gain or shoot to maim But we don't need a reason The Golden Goose is on the loose And never out of season. Blackened pride still burns inside This shell of bloody treason Here's my gun for a barrel of fun For the love of living death. refrain: The killer's breed or the Demon's seed, The glamour, the fortune, the pain, Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain, Don't you pray for my soul anymore. 2 minutes to midnight, The hands that threaten doom. 2 minutes to midnight, To kill the unborn in the womb. The blind men shout let the creatures out We'll show the unbelievers, The Napalm screams of human flames Of a prime time Belsen feast... yeah! As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy, We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies. refrain The body bags and little rags of children torn in two, And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song, To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun. refrain Midnight... all night.... + Informações

Kill for gain or shoot to maim We don't need a reason The Golden Goose is on the loose And never out of season Blackened pride still burns inside The shell of bloody treason Here's my gun for a barrel of fun For the love of living death The killer's breed or the demon's seed, The glamour, the fortune, the pain, Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain Don't you pray for our soul anymore 2 minutes to midnight, The hands that threaten doom. 2 minutes to midnight, To kill the unborn in the womb. The blind men shout, "Let the creatures out We'll show the unbelievers." Napalm screams of human flames For a prime time Belsen feast ... yeah! As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies. The killer's breed or the demon's seed, The glamour, the fortune, the pain, Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain Don't you pray for our soul anymore 2 minutes to midnight, The hands that threaten doom. 2 minutes to midnight, To kill the unborn in the womb. [Solo] The body bags and little rags of children torn in two And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun. The killer's breed or the Demon's seed, The glamour, the fortune, the pain, Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain Don't you pray for my soul anymore. 2 minutes to midnight, The hands that threaten .... + Informações

Iron Maiden - Powerslave - 2 Minutes To Midnight | Original master backing track for vocalists ie use this track when you feel brave enough to try and fill the boots of the AIR RAID SIREN aka BRUCE DICKINSON! :D Lyrics: Kill for gain or shoot to maim We don't need a reason The Golden Goose is on the loose And never out of season Blackened pride still burns inside The shell of bloody treason Here's my gun for a barrel of fun For the love of living death The killer's breed or the demon's seed, The glamour, the fortune, the pain, Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain Don't you pray for our soul anymore 2 minutes to midnight, The hands that threaten doom. 2 minutes to midnight, To kill the unborn in the womb. The blind men shout, "Let the creatures out We'll show the unbelievers." Napalm screams of human flames For a prime time Belsen feast ... yeah! As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies. The killer's breed or the demon's seed, The glamour, the fortune, the pain, Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain Don't you pray for our soul anymore 2 minutes to midnight, The hands that threaten doom. 2 minutes to midnight, To kill the unborn in the womb. [Solo] The body bags and little rags of children torn in two And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song To the tune of starving millions to make a .... + Informações

GTA Vice City V-Rock song: 2 Minutes To Midnight by: Iron Maiden Enjoy!!!!!!!! Plz, sub, comment and rate!!!!!!!!! LYRICS: Kill for gain or shoot to maim But we don't need a reason The Golden Goose is on the loose And never out of season Blackened pride still burns inside This shell of bloody treason Here's my gun for a barrel of fun For the love of living death. CHORUS The killer's breed or the demon's seed, The glamour, the fortune, the pain, Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain, Don't you pray for my soul anymore. 2 minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom. 2 minutes to midnight To kill the unborn in the womb. The blind men shout let the creatures out We'll show the unbelievers The napalm screams of human flames Of a prime time Belsen feast...YEAH! As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy, We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies. CHORUS The body bags and little rags of children torn in two And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you. As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song, To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun. CHORUS Midnight, midnight, midnight Is all night Midnight, midnight, midnight Is all day Midnight All night. + Informações

Lyrics Kill for gain or shoot to maim But we dont need a reason The golden goose is on the loose And never out of season Some blackened pride still burns inside This shell of bloody treason Heres my gun for a barrel of fun For the love of living death. Chorus The killers breed or the demons seed, The glamour, the fortune, the pain, Go to war again, blood is freedoms stain, But dont you pray for my soul anymore. 2 minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom. 2 minutes to midnight To kill the unborn in the womb. The blind men shout let the creatures out Well show the unbelievers The napalm screams of human flames Of a prime time belsen feast...yeah! As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy, We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies. Chorus The body bags and little rags of children torn in two And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you. As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song, To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun. Chorus Midnight...all night.... + Informações

All right let the demon speak! A bell tolls at midnight A summon for murder The vultures flew high that night Looking for murder The winds they blew black that night A warning from Satan Across the seas they came in white A sign A rider was seen, appeared from the mist Around his neck, a crucifix He came with a cult, from another place Then cursed our people, with this plague Fuckers! A rider was seen, appeared from the mist Around his neck, a crucifix He came with a cult, from another place Then cursed our people, with this plague Beware the legions of Satan They're ready for attack! Beware the legions of Satan They're ready for attack! Beware the legions of Satan They're ready for attack! Beware the legions of Satan They're ready for attack! But it's all the same They say we're devils, sing devil songs We're evil! A rider was seen, appeared from the mist Axe and shield and leathered fist Better beware of the final attack Better beware, the cause we are back A rider was seen, appeared from the mist Axe and shield and leathered fist Better beware of the final attack Better beware, the cause we are back Beware the legions of Satan They're ready for attack! Beware the legions of Satan They're ready for attack! Beware the legions of Satan They're ready for attack! Beware the legions of Satan They're ready for attack! Beware the legions of Satan They're ready for attack! Beware the legions of Satan They're ready for attack! They're ready for attack! Welcome back!. + Informações

Kill for gain or shoot to maim But we don't need a reason The golden goose is on the loose And never out of season Some blackened pride still burns inside This shell of bloody treason Here's my gun for a barrel of fun For the love of living death. Chorus: The killers breed or the demons seed, The glamour, the fortune, the pain, Go to war again, blood is freedoms stain, But don't you pray for my soul anymore. 2 minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom. 2 minutes to midnight To kill the unborn in the womb. The blind men shout let the creatures out Well show the unbelievers The napalm screams of human flames Of a prime time belsen feast...yeah! As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy, We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies. The body bags and little rags of children torn in two And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you. As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song, To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun. Midnight...all night... [goes on a bit at the end people sorry! shud finish at 5:41]. + Informações

I've been asked to make this video description more polite, so here we go. (This will be a first). There has been a lot of discussion about the title of the video and the album cover. I chose the album cover because I thought it looked better. I changed the title of the song because the name it was given was '2 minutes til midnight'. I'm not sure why the 'til' and a different album cover changes the quality and sheer talent of Iron Maiden's songs, they must have either serious cerumen problems or suffer with mild Aspergers. www.plykshow.tk http LYRICS: Kill for gain or shoot to maim But we don't need a reason To Golden Goose is on the loose And never out of season Some blackened pride still burns inside This shell of bloody treason Here's my gun for a barrel of fun For the love of living death The killer's breed or the Demon's seed, The glamour, the fortune, the pain, Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain But don't you pray for my soul anymore. 2 minutes to midnight, The hands that treaten doom. 2 minutes to midnight, To kill the unborn in the womb. The blind men shout "Let the creatures out We'll show the unbelievers." The napalm screams of human flames Of a prime time Belsen feast ... yeah! As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies. The killer's breed or the Demon's seed, The glamour, the fortune, the pain, Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain But don't you pray for my soul .... + Informações

After noticing that there is not a single video clip featuring this awesome version of the song on youtube i decided to upload it myself, have fun and up the irons Section 107 of the Copyright Law allows for the "fair use" of a copyrighted work for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, or research. Additional guidelines (HR Rep. No. 94-1476, and The United States Copyright Law: A Guide for Music Educators) permit multiple copies for classroom use under certain circumstances. All rights belong to Iron Maiden, EMI, Rykodisc, the awesome performers of this song.. and of course to me for making the video No Copyright Violations Intended! Lyrics: Kill for gain or shoot to maim But we don't need a reason The Golden Goose is on the loose And never out of season Blackened pride still burns inside This shell of bloody treason Here's my gun for a barrel of fun For the love of living death The killer's breed or the demon's seed The glamour, the fortune, the pain Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain But don't you pray for my soul anymore 2 minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom 2 minutes to midnight To kill the unborn in the womb The blind men shout let the creatures out We'll show the unbelievers Napalm screams and human flames For a prime time Belsen feast...YEAH! As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies The killer's breed or the demon's seed .... + Informações

Somewhere Back In Time Tour Iron Maiden - 2 Minutes To Midnight Porto Alegre - Brasil - Gigantinho 05/03/2008 (May 5, 2008) ProShot. UP THE IRONS!. + Informações

Grand Theft Auto Vice City Soundtrack V-Rock Radio, Iron Maiden - 2 Minutes To Midnight NOTE: I Do not own this game or it's soundtrack, Rockstar Games DOES!! Also keep in mind that i'm not a member of Rockstar Games. -- Lyrics: Kill for gain or shoot to maim But we don't need a reason To Golden Goose is on the loose And never out of season Some blackened pride still burns inside This shell of bloody treason Here's my gun for a barrel of fun For the love of living death The killer's breed or the Demon's seed, The glamour, the fortune, the pain, Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain But don't you pray for my soul anymore. 2 minutes to midnight, The hands that treaten doom. 2 minutes to midnight, To kill the unborn in the womb. The blind men shout "Let the creatures out We'll show the unbeliverers." The napalm screams of human flames Of a prime time Belsen feast ... yeah! As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies. The killer's breed or the Demon's seed, The glamour, the fortune, the pain, Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain But don't you pray for my soul anymore. 2 minutes to midnight, The hands that treaten doom. 2 minutes to midnight, To kill the unborn in the womb. The body bags and little rags of children torn in two And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song To the tune of starving .... + Informações

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A big battle into the midnight. Gran batalla en la medianoche. Kill for gain ... Into the midnight. En la medianoche. Kill for gain or shoot to maim But we dont need a reason The golden goose is on the loose And never out of season Some blackened pride still burns inside This shell of bloody treason Heres my gun for a barrel of fun For the love of living death. Chorus The killers breed or the demons seed, The glamour, the fortune, the pain, Go to war again, blood is freedoms stain, But dont you pray for my soul anymore. 2 minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom. 2 minutes to midnight To kill the unborn in the womb. The blind men shout let the creatures out Well show the unbelievers The napalm screams of human flames Of a prime time belsen feast...yeah! As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy, We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies. Chorus The body bags and little rags of children torn in two And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you. As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song, To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun. Chorus Midnight...all night.... + Informações

Artist: Edguy Album: The Savage Poetry Title: Eyes Of The Tyrant Year: 2000 Genre: Power Metal Writer: Tobias Sammet Band Members: Tobias Sammet Jens Ludwig Dirk Sauer Tobias Exxel Felix Bohnke Lyrics: In the eyes of this mighty domain and it's evil Doctrines, can't feel a trace of romance But fears that grow Noone can stare into his next ones eyes We killed the poetry around A long time ago - AGOooh How many times have you given me rage When your words were mendacious And your laughter insane, how many times Have you written lapoons about my life And desires, about my pleasure and pain I bare my fangs to you, look at my face and You'll stare into my mind and you'll see Eyes of the tyrant - these are the eyes of the night Eyes of the tyrant - these are the eyes of the night Back from the hades, into the daylight Back from the hades, into the daylight King of tonight, tell me what should I do Should I die in glory, should I raise my fist The Crime of my deads is the frolic I need I won't die on my knees, got to kill to resist The chagrin of the damned, cry the tears of Romance, lord of uprightness take me now The empire of the sad, the empire of the mad My heart died so long ago Yeah, we are eternal, we are immortal There is a trace of glory in our hands Majestic and wild, we stand and we fight Soon your blackened pride will be fading away You'll realize you'll have been walking astray Never tame the wicked, I'm a tyrant tonight Back from the hades, into the light Back .... + Informações

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"2 Minutes to Midnight" -- singel brytyjskiej heavymetalowej grupy Iron Maiden promuj?cy album Powerslave. Kill for gain or shoot to maim But we don't need a reason The golden goose is on the loose And never out of season Some blackened pride still burns inside This shell of bloody treason Here's my gun for a barrel of fun For the love of living death. The killer's breed or the demon's seed The glamour, the fortune, the pain Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain But don't you pray for my soul anymore Two minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom Two minutes to midnight To kill the unborn in the womb The blind men shout let the creatures out We'll show the unbelievers The napalm screams of human flames Of a prime time Belsen feast, yeah As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies The killer's breed or the demon's seed The glamour, the fortune, the pain Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain But don't you pray for my soul anymore Two minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom Two minutes to midnight To kill the unborn in the womb The body bags and little rags of children torn in two And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun The killer's breed or the demon's seed The glamour, the fortune, the pain Go to war again .... + Informações

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Iron Maiden - 2 Minutes to Midnight Rock in Rio January 11, 1985 Up the Irons!. + Informações