Besedila: Bruce Dickinson. The Best Of Bruce Dickinson. The Tower.

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 hangman 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, snuffing out the sun
Witness all the killing
(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 hangman 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 hangman 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