Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Book Of Thel, artist - Bruce Dickinson. Date of issue: 03.07.1998
Song language: English
Book Of Thel |
| 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??? |
| (woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) |
| (woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) |
| (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) |
| (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-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, 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 |