Hallowed Be Thy Name – Iron Maiden – Meaning
And i would have been killed instantly by that car.
It is the great alternative faith of mankind.
I am so honoured.
How can anybody say they know how i feel?.
I’m waiting in my cold cell, when the bell begins to chime
Reflecting on my past life and it doesn’t have much time
If only nina hadn’t run away.
They think their bricked walls will separate us.
But if you allow me to then you don’t care about mine.
‘Cause at 5 o’clock they take me to the Gallows Pole
The sands of time for me are running low
humans can imitate what nature does.
Today or yesterday.
Let me count the ways.i love thee to the depth and breadth and heightmy soul can reach.
Your brand new estate.
Count them among your truest.
god remains silent so that men and women may speak.
Look at a coin from your pocket.
When the priest comes to read me the last rites
I take a look through the bars at the last sights
That it is hard to tell where the lies start.
Discomfort and treat it all as an adventure.
Reservation for none.
A fucking good poem is a weapon.
I give it into your charge.
And death is never difficult.
Tutto si ripete.
Can it be that there’s some sort of an error
Hard to stop the surmounting terror
If there’s no sense of self.
So ceasing to do so is like finally dropping the weights and sprinting towards his goals.
The idea that.
If i see only my bias.
faith is like love.
The doughnut hole.
But a fable agreed upon?.
He’s not god!.
When only what we see is allowed to have certainity.
Healing takes place in the heart.
They had been my elevators out of the midden.
Somebody please tell me that I’m dreaming
It’s not easy to stop from screaming
During contemplative pauses on afternoons of chess.
And has within his breast a decent.
losing your job releases you from the control of the world system
One tree makes a million match sticks…but only one match stick needed to burn a million trees…
But words escape me when I try to speak
Tears flow but why am I crying?
What we look at determines what we see.
Where the historian is shielded from the critical eye of his professional colleagues.
In the interest of the so-called progress.
After all I am not afraid of dying
Don’t I believe that there never is an end?
I feel it does not behoove slaves to reason about freedom.
Could you have predicted what happened to you in cornwall?.
I always ask myself the following question.
time is the material from which everything is made
As the guards march me out to the courtyard
Somebody cries from a cell “God be with you”
I am not sleeping with you.we could probably manage it.
I have grown old and decrepit.
Nor would i love at lower rate.
Beautiful doesn’t begin to describe it.
Was something that enabled you to do nothing with a clear conscience.
jesus’ character–as our refuge.
Darkness is a knife that peels away the rind of what you think you know about yourself.
Barely stopping to take a breath i continued.
He was vain of the wider knowledge he had acquired from the perusal of so many books.
As I walk all my life drifts before me
And though the end is near I’m not sorry
No crucible of hardship.
While in bondage.
Still lived in a world governed by feudal law.
So i pleadfor magic wings.
But at least we’d have the satisfaction of knowing.”.
We must plan for our lasting preservation rather than for our temporary pleasure.
Full of promise.
for bright flashes.
Mark my words believe my soul lives on
Don’t worry now that I have gone
I have not the time to fight with others.
Would that make you appreciate art?.
My shame secret and heavy.
Your i can is more important than your iq.
That’s the key to the world.
when people see some things as beautiful.
When you know that your time is close at hand
Maybe then you’ll begin to understand
I was anguished.
It stays forever.
But make certain they know it as well.
Or it can be a terrible hindrance.
She’d be gone when the breeze got under her skin.
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hallowed be Thy name
And streets safer for vulnerable groups (as in the feminist “take back the night
But they don’t measure intelligence itself.
To sit or lie upon the ground is to be able to think more deeply and to feel more keenly.
And roar all youwant and nothing will be disturbed.
When one person is missing from the table.
They labor to find their voice.
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hallowed be Thy name
And there are people who we will never meet but we could and we might.
The function of a book is to provide a reading experience.
Put down your gun and we’ll talk.
And for the sake of it men will sell honor and honesty.
Involving great physical fatigue and intense motor excitement.