Lletres: Iron Maiden. Best Of The Beast. Sign Of The Cross.

[Harris]

Eleven saintly shrouded mem
Silhouettes stand against the sky
One in front whit a cross held high
Come to wash my sins away

Standing alone in the wind and rain
Feeling the fear that is growing
Sensing the change in the tide again
Brought by the storm that is brewing
Feel the anxiety hold off the fear

Some of the doubt in the things you believe
Now that your faith will be put to the test
Nothing to do but await what is coming