The Tower — Bruce Dickinson

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 (searching for his 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 (searching for his 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 (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