Paroles de 'Jerusalem' par Bruce Dickinson

And did those feet in ancient times
Walk upon England's mountains green
Was the holy lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen

And did the countenance divine
Shine forth on our clouded hill
Was Jerusalem built here
On England's green and pleasant land

Let it rain, let it rain, wash the scales from my eyes
Let it rain, let it rain, let me see again

Bring me my bow of burning gold
Bring me my arrows of desire
I shall not sleep to the clouds unfold
Bring me my chariot of fire

Let it rain, let it rain, tears of blood fall out of the sky
Let it rain, let it rain, wash me clean again

From the frozen waters, the king will rise again
With two suns in the sky

I shall not cease from mental fight
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land

Let it rain, let it rain, tears of blood fall out of the sky
Let it rain, let it rain, wash me clean again

See the gleaming spires of the citadel
The king and queen will dwell, in our hearts

Can Jerusalem, be rebuilded here
In this trivial time, in this land of fear
In Jerusalem, where the grail remains
Walk into the light and dissolve the chains

Jerusalem

"Here is her secret place
From hence she comes forth on the churches in delight
Here is her cup, filled with its poisons
In these horrid veils
And here, her scarlet veil, woven in pestilence and war
Here is Jerusalem, bound in chains
In the dense of Babylon"