Tytuł: Book of Thel

• Wykonawca: Bruce Dickinson
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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...?
  
  (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...
  
  [Spoken:]
  
  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