Book of Thel

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Bruce Dickinson

Paul Bruce Dickinson (born 7 August 1958) is an English singer, songwriter, airline pilot, fencer, broadcaster, author, screenwriter, actor and former marketing director, best known as the lead vocalist of the heavy metal band Iron Maiden. more »

Year:

1999

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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, 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 

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 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, 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 

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... 
By the dawning of the dead... 
By the dawning of the dead... 

What demon hath formed this abominable void... 
This soul-shuddering vacuum? 
Some said it is Urizen - 
But unknown, abstracted, brooding secret 
The dark power hid

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