Fire Child Bruce Dickinson

[Intro]
From the golden brow of a morning hill
The shadows rise in the early still
The earth is cracked and the dust is cold
The embers glow and the fire is old

[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 1]
Mountains in the sky, lightning cracks the night
Shivering in the cold till the morning light
I know this time around, I'm travelling on holy ground
I've robbed the ghosts, I've heard the sound

[Chorus]
So I ride on into the sun
With the shadows of the deeds that were done
I can't imagine what it was to be alive
The magic is still in the hills

[Post-Chorus]
Watch the fire child grow
Watch the fire child grow

[Verse 2]
Riding on the wind, burning through your heart
The parliament indian mission slowly rips apart
Promises made, then willows laid
And the world was thrown from the barrel of a gun