Bruce Dickinson - The Tower

There are twelve commandments There are twelve divisions Twelve are the pagans who have mapped the sky In the outer circle To the inner sanctum From the octave at the end of time The fountain, the trinity The pilgrim is searching for blood To look for his own free will The stone of infinity, washed in the flood Lovers in the tower The moon and sun divided And the hanged man smiles Lovers in the tower The moon and sun divided Let the fool decide In the atom circle Where we break the stars Hammer into anvil, stuffing out the sun Witness all the killing See the birth of Mars Our religion thrown into the fire The fountain, the trinity The pilgrim is searching for blood To look for his own free will The stone of infinity, washed in the flood Lovers in the tower The moon and sun divided The hanged man smiles Lovers in the tower The moon and sun divided The magician laughs Lovers in the tower The moon and sun divided And the priestess kneels Lovers in the tower The moon and sun divided Let the fool decide Lovers in the tower The moon and sun divided And the hanged man smiles Lovers in the tower The moon and sun divided Let the fool decide Lovers in the tower The moon and sun divided The priestess kneels to receive Lovers in the tower The moon and sun divided The magician laughs