Killing Floor in Bruce Dickinson

So this is dreamtime and all is quiet
So this is dreamtime and all is night
You've never been held by the hand of God
Who's rocking the cradle, if he is not?

He turned the oil into his blood
Panzer divisions burning in the mud
The stain of freedom, he's washed it out
Who's rocking the cradle, I have no doubt

Sleeping eyes awake, to see his hooded gaze
Whispers on the wind, the darker side of ecstasy

Satan - has left his killing floor
Satan - has left his killing floor
Satan - hell fires burn no more
Satan - has left his killing floor

So now it's dreamtime for you tonight
So now it's dreamtime and all is quiet
You've never been held by the hand of God
Who's rocking your cradle, if he is not?

Sleeping eyes awake, to see his hooded gaze
Whispers on the wind, the neverending breath goodbye

Satan - has left his killing floor
Satan - has left his killing floor
Satan - his fires burn no more
Satan - is coming back for more

Satan - has left his killing floor
Satan - has left his killing floor