Two Minutes To Midnight
Primal Fear Lyrics


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Kill for gain or shoot to maim
But we don't need a reason
The Golden Goose is on the lose
And never out of season
Some blackened pride burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Here's my gun for the barrel of fun
For the love of the living death

The killer's breed, or the demon's seed
The glamor, the fortune, the pain
G o to war again, blood is freedom stain
But don't you pray for soul anymore.

2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb

The blind men shout, let the creatures out
We'll show the unbelievers
The NAPALM screams of humans flames
Of a prime time Betson feast yeah!
As the reasons for carnage cut their meat and lick they gravy
We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies

2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb

The body bags and the little rags of children torn in two
And the jellied brains of those who remains to put finger right on you
As the Madman play on words and makes us all dance to their song
To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun

The killer's breed, or the demon's seed
The glamor, the fortune, the pain
G o to war again, blood is freedom stain
But don't you pray for soul anymore.

2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb
Midnight, midnight, is all night




Midnight, midnight, is all night
Midnight, is all night

Overall Meaning

In Primal Fear's song "Two Minutes to Midnight," the lyrics discuss the justification for committing violent acts, such as killing or maiming for no particular reason, and the glorification of war and violence. The idea of a "Golden Goose" always being in season implies that there is a constant need for something to be destroyed, and this violent nature is embedded in humanity. The song talks about the pride that comes with committing bloody treason and the idea that death is a love for living.


The chorus talks about the impending doom that is two minutes away, and how humans have the potential to destroy themselves and the unborn children in the womb. The lyrics also mention how the war causes the deaths of children and how their little rags are left behind while the war machine is fed with more babies. The line "We'll show the unbelievers" suggests the idea of using violence to make people listen and obey, indicating that violence is a tool to enforce power.


Overall, the song suggests that humans tend to ignore the harsh realities of war and its effects on humanity. It stresses that the glamor, fortune, and pain related to war cannot justify the killing of innocent human lives.


Line by Line Meaning

Kill for gain or shoot to maim
We are willing to kill and hurt people just to achieve our goals


But we don't need a reason
We will do it even without a valid motive to justify our actions


The Golden Goose is on the lose
We are after something incredibly valuable and important, but it is evading us


And never out of season
This opportunity is always there and available for us to pursue


Some blackened pride burns inside
We have a dark and unhealthy sense of being excessively proud that fuels our actions


This shell of bloody treason
We are betraying others and causing harm without regard to the consequences


Here's my gun for the barrel of fun
We take pleasure in the destruction and mayhem that we create


For the love of the living death
Our actions are driven by a desire for self-destruction and the death of ourselves and others


The killer's breed, or the demon's seed
We are a product of our environment, either raised to be violent or influenced by evil forces


The glamor, the fortune, the pain
We are drawn to the allure and riches that come with being a killer, even though it comes with great suffering


Go to war again, blood is freedom stain
We see war as necessary to gain or maintain our freedom, and are willing to spill blood to achieve it


But don't you pray for soul anymore.
We no longer believe in the value of praying for our own souls, suggesting we are too far gone


2 minutes to midnight
Time is running out, and we are dangerously close to a catastrophic event


The hands that threaten doom
We are the ones who hold the power to bring about destruction and chaos


To kill the unborn in the womb
We are willing to take extreme measures, such as killing innocent children, in order to achieve our goals


The blind men shout, let the creatures out
Those who can't see the bigger picture are calling for us to release our destructive tendencies upon the world


We'll show the unbelievers
We are trying to prove to the non-believers that our way is the right way, regardless of the cost


The NAPALM screams of humans flames
The screams and flames of those we harm are a small price to pay for our ultimate goal


Of a prime time Betson feast yeah!
We are enjoying the spectacle and excitement of the destruction we cause, much like a feast or entertainment event


As the reasons for carnage cut their meat and lick they gravy
We are enjoying the spoils and rewards of our violent actions, and have no qualms about it


We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies
Our society is perpetuating a cycle of violence, feeding our offspring into the machine that causes destruction


The body bags and the little rags of children torn in two
We are causing great harm and devastation, even to the innocent and vulnerable


And the jellied brains of those who remains to put finger right on you
Even those who try to stop us will face brutal and deadly consequences


As the Madman play on words and makes us all dance to their song
We are being manipulated and controlled by those who act irrationally or maliciously


To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun
We are valuing the creation of powerful weapons over the lives and well-being of those who are starving or suffering


Midnight, midnight, is all night
We are always in a state of darkness and danger, with no end in sight




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Adrian Frederick Smith, Bruce Dickinson

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