Of Iron Maiden's 'Hallowed Be Thy Name'

Of Iron Maiden’s ‘Hallowed Be Thy Name,’ reveals more than fame. 

When life days are a light at the end of the tunnel, 

and their brightness dimmed. 

At some point, each with mortality faces the same, 

whether someone plays a short or a long game.



That journey ended; the torch passed, yet short-lived proved the path.

Locked in a cage, we wait out our days. 

Unsure how we arrived and not sure how long we will stay. 

Is there a purpose, a plan? 

Will every man get to meet his maker at the end of their days?



Afterward, the ends of our clothes fray and the hairs on our heads turn gray.

High stakes don’t pay, and they make us lose our way.

When walking the gauntlet alone, never finding our way home.

But to a saving source unseen. 

Is there a Creator to whom we will say, ‘Hallowed be thy name?’
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