Bruce Dickinson

And did those feet in ancient times
Walk upon England's mountains green?
Was the holy lamb of god
On England's pleasant pastures seen?
And did the countenance divine
Shine forth on our clouded hill?
Was Jerusalem built here
In England's green and pleasant land?
Let it rain
Let it rain
Wash the scales from my eyes
Let it rain
Let it rain
Let me see again...
Bring me my bow of burning gold
Bring me my arrows of desire
I shall not sleep till the clouds unfold
Bring me my chariot of fire
Let it rain
Let it rain
Tears of blood fall out of the sky
Let it rain
Let it rain
Wash me clean again...
From the frozen waters
The king will rise again
With two suns in the sky...
I shall not cease from mental flight
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Till we have built Jerusalem