Bruce Dickinson - Book Of Thel lyrics

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