歌词：Bruce Dickinson. Scream For Me Brazil (Live). Killing Floor.

Satan has left his killing floor

So this is dream time and all is quiet
So this is dream time and all is night
You've never been held by the hand of God
Who's rocking the cradle, if he is not?

He turned the oil into his blood
Panzer divisions burning in in the mud
The stain of freedom, he's washed it out
Who's rocking the cradle, I have no doubt

Sleeping eyes awake to see his hooded gaze
Whispers on the wind the darker side of ecstasy

Satan has left his killing floor
Satan has left his killing floor
Satan has left his killing floor
Satan has left his killing floor


Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh

So now it's dream time for you, tonight
So now it's dream time and all is quiet
You've never been held by the hand of God
Who's rocking your cradle, if he is not?

Sleeping eyes awake to see his hooded gaze
Whispers on the wind, the never-ending breath goodbye

Satan, has left his killing floor
Satan, has left his killing floor
Satan, his fires burn no more
Satan, has left his killing floor