| The mark is on you now
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| The furnace sealed inside your head
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| Melting from the inside now
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| Waxy tears run down your face
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| The whore that never told her tale
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| Relives it every night with you
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| Far off stands the lamb and waits
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| For the wolf to come and end its life
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| Stand inside the temple
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| As the book of Thel is opening
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| The priestess stands before you
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| Offering her hand out, she’s rising
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| Come the dawning of the dead
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| In famine and in war
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| Now the harlot womb of death
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| Spits out its rotten core
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| Serpent on the altar now
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| Has wrapped itself around your spine
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| So you look into its mouth
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| And you kiss the pearly fangs divine
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| Happy that your end is swift
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| The weeping virgin cries in bliss
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| The snake and priestess, they are one
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| The veil of flesh is ripped undone
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| Stand inside the temple
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| As the book of Thel is opening
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| The priestess stands before you
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| Offering her hand out, she’s rising
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| Come the dawning of the dead
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| In famine and in war
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| Now the harlot womb of death
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| Spits out its rotten core
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| By the pricking of my thumbs
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| Something wicked this way comes
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| And when sleep takes you tonight
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| Will you wake to see the light???
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| (woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
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| (woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
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| (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
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| (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
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| The burning sweat of poison tears
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| The river flowing red with blood
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| The cradle — robbing hand of death
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| Caresses every dreaming head
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| Waiting for the marriage hearse
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| To take you to the funeral pyre
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| So you burn the family tree
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| The generations burning higher
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| Stand inside the temple
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| As the book of Thel is opening
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| The priestess stands before you
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| Offering her hand out, she’s rising
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| Come the dawning of the dead
|
| In famine and in war
|
| Now the harlot womb of death
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| Spits out its rotten core
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| By the pricking of my thumbs
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| Something wicked this way comes
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| And when sleep takes you tonight
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| Will you wake to see the light
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| By the dawning of the dead…
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| By the dawning of the dead…
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| By the dawning of the dead…
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| By the dawning of the dead…
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| What demon hath formed this abominable void…
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| This soul-shuddering vacuum?
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| Some said it is Urizen —
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| But unknown, abstracted, brooding secret
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| The dark power hid |