Book Of Thel Lyrics

Song	Book Of Thel
Artist	Bruce Dickinson
Album	Best of Bruce Dickinson (Bonus CD)
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	作曲 : Casillas, Dickinson, Z.
	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 rising
	Come the dawning of the dead
	Infamine 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
	Standing inside the temple as the book of thel is opening
	The priestess stands before you
	Offering her hand out shes rising
	comes the dawning of the dead in famine 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 you 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

	zuo qu : Casillas, Dickinson, Z.
	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 rising
	Come the dawning of the dead
	Infamine 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
	Standing inside the temple as the book of thel is opening
	The priestess stands before you
	Offering her hand out shes rising
	comes the dawning of the dead in famine 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 you 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

	zuò qǔ : Casillas, Dickinson, Z.
	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 rising
	Come the dawning of the dead
	Infamine 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
	Standing inside the temple as the book of thel is opening
	The priestess stands before you
	Offering her hand out shes rising
	comes the dawning of the dead in famine 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 you 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

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