Homebrew
Sunday, January 29, 2006 10:03:00 AM
Any other fans out there.

I have their first 4 albumns on picture vinyl.

Storm Trooper was my favorite song.

Dave (A.K.A. Homebrew)

MACS
Sunday, January 29, 2006 10:14:00 AM
Hells yeah!

I have Number of the beast, Piece of Mind, Somewhere in Time, Killers and Ed Hunter.

Charlie
Sunday, January 29, 2006 10:55:00 AM
not a fan, but love their albumn covers.

Charlie

johnfs
Sunday, January 29, 2006 10:57:00 AM
Run to the hills... run for your liiife!
johnfs
Sunday, January 29, 2006 11:03:00 AM
Here you go Homie.

http://www.ironmaiden.com/ 

johnfs
Sunday, January 29, 2006 11:04:00 AM
Here you go Homie.

http://www.ironmaiden.com/ 

OldSchool
Sunday, January 29, 2006 11:33:00 AM
I'm still an huge Mainden fan, but as my name suggests it of their old albums... up to PowerSlave. Aces High is the bomb and Rhime of the Anciet Mariner is epic, friggin' epic!!

(I think you mean The Trooper from Piece of Mind, not Storm Trooper)

andytv
Sunday, January 29, 2006 1:11:00 PM
good band
blackfoot11
Sunday, January 29, 2006 1:21:00 PM
"flight of icarus". yeah.
Homebrew
Sunday, January 29, 2006 3:05:00 PM
Yep Old School.

I had to pull out my albums today.

Memories of a wild youth. LOL

Dave (A.K.A. Homebrew)

MACS
Monday, January 30, 2006 11:13:00 AM
And the story lines... from Charlotte the Harlot to 22 Acacia Avenue...
Da Chief
Monday, January 30, 2006 11:23:00 AM
The Trooper.....bad ACE Song!

You'll take my life but I'll take yours too

You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through

So when you're waiting for the next attack

You'd better stand there's no turning back.

The Bugle sounds and the charge begins

But on this battlefield no one wins

The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath

As I plunge on into certain death.

The horse he sweats with fear we break to run

The mighty roar of the Russian guns

And as we race towards the human wall

The screams of pain as my comrades fall.

We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground

And the Russians fire another round

We get so near yet so far away

We won't live to fight another day.

We get so close near enough to fight

When a Russian gets me in his sights

He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow

A burst of rounds take my horse below.

And as I lay there gazing at the sky

My body's numb and my throat is dry

And as I lay forgotten and alone

Without a tear I draw my parting groan.

SWEEEEEEEEEET!