Lirieke:
Rush Caress Of Steel

and there's no one there to steer Shout out for salvation but there's no one there to hear Cry out supplication for the maelstrom is near Scream out desperation but no one cares

{As gray traces of dawn tinge the eastern sky The three travelers, men of Willow dale emerge from the forest shadow Fording the river dawn, they turn

Vertaling: Rush. Lakeside Park streling van Staal.

: I looked in the mirror today My eyes just didn't seem so bright I've lost a few more hairs I think I'm going bald I think I'm going bald Seems

: Midway hawkers calling Try your luck with me Merry-go-round wheezing The same old melody A thousand ten cent wonders Who could ask for more A

There's no bread, let them eat cake There's no end to what they'll take Flaunt the fruits of noble birth Wash the salt into the earth But they're

Midway hawkers calling Try your luck with me Merry-go-round wheezing The same old melody A thousand ten cent wonders Who could ask for more A pocketful

But there's no one there to hear Cry out supplication For the maelstrom is near Scream out desperation But no one cares to hear Remembering when

Fade Away It Is Starting There's No Stopping All's Collapsing What Is Happening? Cries To Screams Screams To Cries Cries To Moans Flesh To Steel Steel