Produced by Roy Z.

Man of Sorrows (Radio Edit)
(Bruce Dickinson)

Here in a church, a small boy is kneeling
He prays to a god he does not know, he cannot feel
All of his sins of childhood, he will remember
He will not cry, tears he will not cry

Man of sorrows, I won’t see your face
Man of sorrows, you left without a trace
A small boy wonders, what was it all about?
Is your journey over? Has it just begun?

Vision of a New World from the ashes of the old
“Do what thou wilt”, he screams from his cursed soul
A tortured seer, a prophet of our emptiness
Wondering why, wondering why

Man of sorrows, I won’t see your face
Man of sorrows, you left without a trace
A small boy wonders, what was it all about?
Is your journey over? Has it just begun?

A man of sorrows racked
With thoughts that dare not speak their name
Trapped inside a body, made to feel only guilt and shame
His anger all his life, “I hate myself”, he cried
“Do what thou wilt”
“Do what thou wilt”, he cried

Man of sorrows, I won’t see your face
Man of sorrows, you left without a trace
A small boy wonders, what was it all about?
Is your journey over? Has it just begun?

Man of sorrows, I won’t see your face
Man of sorrows, you left without a trace
A small boy wonders, what was it all about?
Is your journey over? Has it just begun?

Man of Sorrows (Orchestral Version)
(Bruce Dickinson)

Here in a church, a small boy is kneeling
He prays to a god he does not know, he cannot feel
All of his sins of childhood, he will remember
He will not cry, tears he will not cry

Man of sorrows, I won’t see your face
Man of sorrows, you left without a trace
A small boy wonders, what was it all about?
Is your journey over? Has it just begun?

Vision of a New World from the ashes of the old
“Do what thou wilt”, he screams from his cursed soul
A tortured seer, a prophet of our emptiness
Wondering why, wondering why

Man of sorrows, I won’t see your face
Man of sorrows, you left without a trace
A small boy wonders, what was it all about?
Is your journey over? Has it just begun?

A man of sorrows racked
With thoughts that dare not speak their name
Trapped inside a body, made to feel only guilt and shame
His anger all his life, “I hate myself”, he cried
“Do what thou wilt”
“Do what thou wilt”, he cried

Man of sorrows, I won’t see your face
Man of sorrows, you left without a trace
A small boy wonders, what was it all about?
Is your journey over? Has it just begun?

Man of sorrows, I won’t see your face
Man of sorrows, you left without a trace
A small boy wonders, what was it all about?
Is your journey over? Has it just begun?

Man of Sorrows (Spanish Version)
(Bruce Dickinson)

Aqui en una iglesia
Un nino esta incado
Le resa a un dios
Sin conoserlo
No lo siente
Todo los pecados
De su ninez siempre recuerda
No va llorar, no quere llorar

Hombre triste, tu rostro no re vi
Hombre triste, sin ver fuiste de aqui
Pregunta el nino, que fue lo que paso

Se a terminado el viase o apenas comenso

Vision de un nuevo mundo
De las paginas de ayer
As tu voluntad
Grito de su alma negra
Torturada sabio profeta de nuestra vaciedad
Se pregunta por que sera?

Hombre triste, tu rostro no re vi
Hombre triste, sin ver fuiste de aqui
Pregunta el nino, que fue lo que paso
Se a terminado el viase o apenas comenso

El hombre esta en anguista
Su mente llena de maldad
Atrapado en un cuerpo
Hecho a sentir pura verguenza
Vida de rencor, me odio el lloro
As tu voluntad, as tu voluntad

Hombre triste, tu rostro no re vi
Hombre triste, sin ver fuiste de aqui
Pregunta el nino, que fue lo que paso
Se a terminado el viase o apenas comenso

Hombre triste, tu rostro no re vi
Hombre triste, sin ver fuiste de aqui
Pregunta el nino, que fue lo que paso
Se a terminado el viase o apenas comenso

Darkside of Aquarius (demo)
(Bruce Dickinson / Roy Z. / Eddie Castillas)

The first hellrider came
On wings of plenty in the dark
Poured out his poison
And he blew away his mark
The fascist from the east is coming
Mothers, hide your sons

The second hellrider came
From flaming seas and molten sands
Pipers playing Hell's commands
Poured out his poison
With his promises of promised lands
Blackened tongues of lying leaders

Here come the riders as the wheel of Dharma’s running out of time
Here come the riders as the wheel of Dharma’s running out of time

The third hellrider came
Teaching brothers to kill brother men
And the fourth hellrider waits
On an acid trip for an acid world
Wars of old religious fools and superstitious men
Throw some scary Tarot cards

Here come the riders, as the wheel of Dharma’s running out of time
Here come the riders, as the revolution’s stepping into line
The darkside of Aquarius has robbed us of our souls and minds
Here come the riders, as the wheel of Dharma’s running out of time

From the starlit sky, on a silver sea
A lonely silver surfer comes to push the wheel for me

Gotta move, gotta move, gotta push that wheel right around
Gotta move, gotta move, gotta push that wheel right around

Push the wheel of Dharma
Push the wheel of Dharma

Gotta move the wheel of Dharma
Gotta move the wheel of Dharma

Arc of Space (demo)
(Bruce Dickinson / Roy Z.)

There, on a lonely desert hilltop
The pilgrims huddle closer
Waiting for a sign, the coming silver shrine
The arc of space and time

Truth, the truth is never clear
Perhaps again next year
The hope lives on beneath the blazing sun
One day you'll come

In my heart I reach you
In my heart I reach out to you
In my heart I touch the face of God
In my dreams somehow

Truth, the truth is never clear
Perhaps again next year
The hope lives on beneath the blazing sun
One day you'll come