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[Old Thunder]

Why is it now I can picture you running a sub shop with metal music playing in the background?

Dive! Dive! Dive!

No muff too tuff, we dive at five!

Dive on down to Old Thunder’s Submarine Sandwich Store. If you’re not satisfied gfys.

 

[BlakeConor14]

 

[LittleJerry92]

 

[MikaelaMuppet]

 

[Old Thunder]

"We shall go on to the end.
We shall fight in France.
We shall fight over the seas and oceans.
We shall fight with great confidence and great strength in the air.
We shall defend our island...
whatever the cost may be.
We shall fight on the beaches.
We shall fight on the landing grounds.
We shall fight in the fields, and in the streets.
We shall fight in the hills...
WE SHALL NEVER SURRENDER!"
~Winston Churchill (1940)

There goes the siren that warns of the air raid!
Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak!
Out for the scramble, we've got to get airborne
Got to get up for the coming attack!

Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines!
Remove all the wheel blocks; there's no time to waste!
Gathering speed as we head down the runway
Got to get airborne before it's too late!

Running
Scrambling
Flying

Rolling
Turning
Diving
DOING IT AGAIN

Running
Scrambling
Flying

Rolling
Turning
Diving!

RUN
LIVE TO FLY
FLY TO LIVE
DO OR DIE
WON'T YOU

RUN
LIVE TO FLY
FLY TO LIVE
ACES HIGH!

Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers
Let off a sharp burst and then turn away
Roll over, spin round, to come in behind them
Move to their blindsides and firing again!

Bandits at 8 o'clock move in behind us!
Ten ME-109's out of the sun!
Ascending and turning our Spitfires to face them
Heading straight for them, I press down my guns!

Rolling
Turning
Diving

Rolling
Turning
Diving
DOING IT AGAIN

Rolling
Turning
Diving

Rolling
Turning
DIVING!

RUN
LIVE TO FLY
FLY TO LIVE
DO OR DIE
WON'T YOU

RUN
LIVE TO FLY
FLY TO LIVE
ACES HIGH!!

​

 

[Old Thunder]

"Lead on! Go, go!"

Lead and fire, lead and fire.
Initiating:
Operation: Where Eagles Dare
Repeat -
Operation:

It's snowing outside, but rumbling sound
Of engines roar in the night
The mission is near, the confident men
Are waiting to drop from the sky

The blizzard goes on
But still they must fly
No one should go
Where eagles dare

Bavarian Alps that lay all around
They seem to stare from below
The enemy lines a long time passed
Are lying deep in the snow

Into the night
They fall through the sky
No one should fly
Where eagles dare

They're closing in, the fortress is near
It's standing high in the sky
The cable car's the only way in
It's really impossible to climb

They make their way
But may be too late
They've got to try
To save the day

The panicking cries, the roaring of guns
Are echoes all 'round the valley
The mission complete, they make to escape
Away from the eagle's nest

They dared to go
Where no one would try
They chose to fly
Where eagles dare!​

 

[Old Thunder]

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
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!"
And 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 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
Blood is freedom's stain
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

Midnight!
Midnight!
Midnight!
It's all night!

Midnight!
Midnight!
Midnight!
It's all night!

Midnight!
All night!​

 

[Old Thunder]

Bruce Dickinson:
This song goes back a long way, but is talking about something that everyone is talking about, whether it's someone in one part of the world talking about inventing 'fake news', or somebody in another part of the world talking about whatever ******** people are saying. Somewhere in your heart, you know what it is to feel really, truly, free. And there's a really big difference between having a bunch of politicians tell you, 'You're free!' and actually feeling that you really are free to do what you want, and aren't ****** by somebody else.

This is a story about somebody who wasn't... free, and did something about it. Happened a long time ago...

He was...

Wake alone in the hills
With the wind in your face
It feels good to be proud
And be free and a race
That is part of a clan
And to live on highlands
And the air that you breathe
So pure and so clean

When alone on the hills
With the wind in your hair
With a longing to feel
Just to be free

Is it right to believe
In the need to be free
It's a time when you die
And without asking why
Can't you see what they do?
They are grinding us down
They are taking our land
That belongs to the clans

Not alone with a dream
Just a want to be free
With a need to belong
I am a clansman...

FREEDOM!
FREEDOM!
FREEDOM!
FREEDOM!

It's a time wrought with fear
It's a land wrought with change
If our ancestors could hear
What is happening now
They would turn in their graves
They would all be ashamed
That the land of the free
Has been written in chains

And I know what I want
When the timing is right
Then I'll take what is mine
I am The Clansman

And I swear to defend
And we'll fight to the end
And I swear that I'll never
Be taken alive
And I know that we'll stand
And we'll fight for our land
And I swear that my bairns
Will be born free

And I know what I want
When the timing is right
Then I'll take what is mine
I am The Clansman

FREEDOM!
FREEDOM!
FREEDOM!
FREEDOM!

No... no we can't let them take anymore
No we can't let them take anymore
We're the land of the free...

No... no we can't let them take anymore
No we can't let them take anymore
We're the land of the free

No... no we can't let them take anymore
No we can't let them take anymore
No we can't let them take anymore
We're the land of the free!

OH OHOHOHOHOHOHOH!
OHOHOHOHOHOHOH!
OHOHOHOHOH!

OH OHOHOHOHOHOHOH!
OHOHOHOHOHOHOH!
OHOHOHOHOHOH!
OHOHOHOHOH!

FREEDOM!
FREEDOM!
FREEDOM!
FREEDOM!

Is it right to believe
In the need to be free
It's a time when you die
And without asking why
Can't you see what they do?
They are grinding us down
They are taking the land
That belongs to the clans

Not alone with a dream
Just a want to be free
With a need to belong
I am a clansman

And I know what I want
When the timing is right
Then I'll take what is mine
I am The Clansman

FREEDOM!
FREEDOM!
FREEDOM!
FREEDOM!

And I know what I want
When the timing is right
Then I'll take what is mine
I am The Clansman....​

 

[Old Thunder]

You'll take my life but I'll take yours too!
You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through!
So when you're waiting for the next attack
You better stand, there's no turning back!

The bugle sounds, the charge begins!
But on this battlefield no one wins!
The smell of acrid smoke and horse's breath
As we plunge on into certain death!

OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!
OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!

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 close, yet so far away
We won't live to fight another day!

OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!
OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!

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 takes my horse below

And as I lay there gazing at the sky
My body's numb and my throat is dry
And as I lay forgotten and alone
Without a tear I draw my parting groan

OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!
OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!​

 

[LittleJerry92]