Artist: bruce dickinson
Song: book of thel
Year: 1999
The mark is on you now, the furnace sealed inside your head
Melting from the inside now, waxy tears run down your face
The whore that never told her tale relives it every night with you
Far off stands the lamb and waits for the wolf to come and end its life
Stand inside the temple, as the book of Thel is opening
The priestess stands before you offering her hand out, she's rising
Come the dawning of the dead in famine and in war
Now the harlot womb of death spits out its rotten core
Serpent on the altar now has wrapped itself around your spine
So you look into its mouth and you kiss the pearly fangs divine
Happy that your end is swift the weeping virgin cries in bliss
The snake and priestess, they are one the veil of flesh is ripped undone
Stand inside the temple, as the book of Thel is opening
The priestess stands before you offering her hand out, rising
Come the dawning of the dead in famine and in war
Now the harlot womb of death spits out its rotten core
By the pricking of my thumbs something wicked this way comes
And when sleep takes you tonight, will you wake to see the light?
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ho
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ho
Oh-ho-oh-ho-oh-ho
Oh-ho-oh-oh-oh-oh
The burning sweat of poison tears the river flowing red with blood
The cradle robbing hand of death caresses every dreaming head
Waiting for the marriage hearse to take you to the funeral pyre
So you burn the family tree the generations burning higher
Stand inside the temple, as the book of Thel is opening
The priestess stands before you offering her hand out, rising
Come the dawning of the dead in famine and in war
Now the harlot womb of death spits out its rotten core
By the pricking of my thumbs something wicked this way comes
And when sleep takes you tonight, will you wake to see the light?
Come the dawning of the dead
Come the dawning of the dead
Come the dawning of the dead
Come the dawning of the dead
