The Best- The Rest - The Rare

Michael Kiske: Vocals
Kai Hansen: Guitar, Vocals
Michael Weikath: Guitar
Markus Grosskopf: Bass
Ingo Schwichtenberg: Drums

  1. Dr. Stein
  2. Walls of Jericho
  3. Livin' Ain't No Crime
  4. Keeper of the Seven Keys
The Best - The Rest - The Rare Cover



    DR. STEIN
    Music & Lyrics: Weikath

    Once they killed his monster when it went into a trap
    Now he's making better ones on a higher step
    
    On a warm summer day the doctor went away
    To a place where he could make it real
    His assistant's hips were nice
    So he cloned her once or twice
    Now his hips are aching what a deal
    
    Dr. Stein grows funny creatures
    Lets them run into the night
    They  become great
    Rock musicians
    And their time is right
    
    Sometimes when he's feeling bored
    He's calling it a day
    He's got his computer and they do in their own way
    
    They mix some DNA, some skin and a certain spray
    You can watch it on a laser screen
    And the fellow's blue and gray
    Or sometimes pink and green
    Just check it out on Halloween
    
    Dr. Stein grows funny creatures
    Lets them run into the night
    They  become great politicians
    And their time is right
    
    One night he cloned himself
    Put his brother on a shelf
    But when he fell asleep that night
    It crept up from behind and thought "Well, never mind "
    Took a syringe and blew out his life
    
    Dr. Stein grows funny creatures
    Lets them run into the night
    They become a great possession
    And their time is right
    
    Dr. Stein grows funny creatures
    Let's them run into the night
    They become a great oppression
    And their time is right
    
    


    WALLS OF JERICHO
    Music: Weikath & Hansen

    Instrumental
    
    


    LIVIN' AIN'T NO CRIME
    Music & Lyrics: Weikath

    Come hither to this place and let your mind fly free
    For that's the only way how everyone should be
    We all need something that we can keep on livin' for
    No one needs to tell us what we're doin' anymore
     
    Head on, head on steady - until the end of time
    Living, living ready - for livin' ain't no crime
     
    So tell me, aren't we all just one holding the flame
    Against al the babbits in this world who build up frames
    Some time or tomorrow we will prove them traitors wrong
    So make your dreams come true for it mustn't take too long
     
    Head on, head on steady - until the end of time
    Living, living ready - for livin' ain't no crime
    
    Now what's the use of living here and what's it worth
    Don't ask but throw away your fear this earth
    You are here to live don't think you're here to understand
    Don't forget you're no one without someone's helping hand
     
    Head on, head on steady - until the end of time
    Living, living ready - for livin' ain't no crime
    
    


    KEEPER OF THE SEVEN KEYS
    Music & Lyrics: Weikath

    Make the people
    Hold each other's hands
    And fill their hearts with truth
    You made up your mind
    So do as divined
     
    Put on your armour
    Ragged after fights
    Hold up your sword
    You're leaving the light
    Make yourself ready
    For the lords of the Dark
    They'll watch your way
    So be cautious, quiet, and hark
    
    You hear them whispering
    In the crowns of the trees
    You're whirling 'round
    But your eyes don't agree
    Will 'o' the wisps
    Misguiding your path
    You can't throw a curse
    Without takin' their wrath
       
    Watch out for the seas of hatred and sin
    Or all us people forget what we've been
    Our only hope's your victory
    Kill that Satan who won't let us be-- Kill!
    
    You're The Keeper of the Seven Keys
    That lock up the Seven Seas
    And the Seer of Visions said before he went blind
    Hide them from demons and rescue mankind
    Or the world we're all in will soon be sold
    To the throne of the evil payed with Lucifer's gold
    
    You can feel cold sweat
    Running down your neck
    And the dwarfs of falseness
    Throw mud at your back
    
    Guided by spells
    Of the old Seer's hand
    You're suffering pain
    Only steel can stand
    
    Stay well on your way and follow the sign
    Fulfill your own promise and do what's divined
    The Seven Seas are far away
    Placed in the valley of dust heat and sway
    
    You're The Keeper of the Seven Keys
    That lock up the Seven Seas
    And the Seer of Visions said before he went blind
    Hide them from demons and rescue mankind
    Or the world we're all in will soon be sold
    To the throne of the evil payed with Lucifer's gold
    
    Throw the first key into the Sea of Hate
    Throw the second key into the Sea of Fear
    Throw the third key into the Sea of Senselessness
    And make the people hold each other's hands
    The fourth key belongs into the Sea of Greed
    And the fifth into the Sea of Ignorance
                                                      
    Disease, disease, disease my friend
    For this whole world's in Devil's hand
    Disease, disease, disease my friend
    Throw the key or you may die
    
    On a mound at the shore of the last sea
    He's sitting, fixing your sight
    With his high iron voice causing sickness
    He is playing you out with delight
                                                      
    "Man who do you just think you are?
    A silly bum with seven stars
    Don't throw the key or you will see
    Dimensions cruel as they can be"
    Don't let him suck off your power
    Throw the key...!
    
    An earthquake, squirting fire, bursting ground
    Satan's screaming, and earth swallowing him away!
    
    You're The Keeper of the Seven Keys
    You locked up the Seven Seas
    And the Seer of Visions can now rest in peace
    There ain't no more demons and no more disease 
    And mankind, live up, you're free again
    Yes the tyrant is dead, he is gone, overthrown
    You have given our souls back to light
    
    
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