book of thel

Bruce Dickinson

The mark is on you now
The furnace sealed inside your head
Melting from de 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 endits life

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
Infamine and in war
Now the harlot womb of death
Spits out its srotten 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

Standing inside the temple as the book of thel is opening
The priestess stands before you
Offering hand out rising

Come the dawning of the dead
Infamine and in war
Now the harlot womb of death
Spits out its srotten 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?

The burning sweat of poison tears
The river flowing with red blood
The cradle robbing hand of death
Caresses every dreaming head
Waiting for the marriage hearse
To take yout to the funeral pyre
So you burn the family tree
The generations burnig higher

Stand inside the temple as the book of thel is opening
the priestess ands before you
Offering her hand out, rising

Come the dawning of the dead
Infamine and in war
Now 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?
By the dawning of the dead
By the dawning of the dead