(B. Dickinson/ Roy Z)
There's a secret that we all share
In the darkest hours of the night
You can swear on the bible...
Cut the throat of your rival
Oh, I've been taking my life in my hands
And I'm making new plans yeah...
Now I'm starting my life on my own
In the virgin unknown...
Hell... Hell no...
Oh where do we belong?
In this place, where we fight,
Oh where do we belong?
There's a place in the misty air
Not a million miles from here
You can make it your own place
You can change your own face
I've been taking my life in my hands
And I'm making new plans yeah...
Now I'm starting my life on my own
In the virgin unknown...
Hell... Hell no...
Oh where do we belong?
In this place, where we fight,
Oh where do we belong?
Screaming Hell... Hell no...
Oh where do we belong?
In this place, where we fight,
Oh where do we belong?
In this place, where we fight,
Oh where do we belong?
If you can't really say
What you don't really know
Then you don't really know
What you can't really say