Soul Intruders
Cosmic Journeys and Soulful Struggles: Bruce Dickinson's Musical Odyssey
Lyrics
We ride the cosmic streams of time
We navigate through the vast cosmic currents of time.
We are the fools who came to trust
We are the ones who trusted, perhaps foolishly.
We blind the eyes of history
We obscure the lessons of history, blinding ourselves to them.
We tear ourselves down from your cross
We remove ourselves from the burdens symbolized by the cross.
Hope flies, we live again
Despite challenges, hope persists, and we experience rebirth.
Half-lives, now we are one
We unite as one, transcending limitations.
We're the Soul Intruders and the worwling void of night
We are the intruders of the soul, facing the vast emptiness of the night.
We're the Soul Intruders and we're crying for the light
As intruders, we long for the light, seeking meaning and purpose.
We're the Soul Intruders we ignore our father on
We, the intruders, neglect our spiritual origin.
And the soul survivors but who sits on my thrown
Referencing soul survivors, questioning authority and purpose.
Solid winds have taken hold
Powerful forces guide us, their nature unclear.
Blowing us where we do not know
We are propelled to unknown destinations by strong winds.
Existence silent and unknown
Existence is silent and mysterious.
Fire the Sun and ??????????????
Reference to celestial bodies like the Sun and an unknown entity.
Hope flies, each but never kill
Hope endures, resilient against adversity.
Half-lives, we live as well
Living with only partial vitality, yet living.
We're the Soul Intruders and the worwling void of night
We, the intruders, face the vast emptiness of the night.
We're the Soul Intruders and we're crying for the light
Seeking the light, we cry out for meaning and understanding.
We're the Soul Intruders we ignore our father on
Ignoring our spiritual origins as intruders.
And the soul survivors but who sits on my thrown
Questioning the legitimacy of authority, particularly spiritual.
SOLO
Instrumental section, no lyrical content.
Half-lives, he but never kill
Life endures despite only partial vitality.
Hope flies, we live as well
Hope persists, enabling continued existence.
We're the Soul Intruders and the worwling void of night
We, the intruders, face the vast emptiness of the night once more.
We're the Soul Intruders and we're crying for the light
Seeking the light, we continue to cry out for understanding.
We're the Soul Intruders we ignore our father on
Remaining oblivious to our spiritual origins as intruders.
And the soul survivors but who sits on my thrown
Raising questions about the legitimacy of spiritual authorities.
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