| Song | Book of Thel |
| Artist | Bruce Dickinson |
| Album | Scream for Me Brazil |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 | |
| 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, 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 | |
| Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh | |
| Woah-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, 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? | |
| Come the dawning of the dead | |
| Come the dawning of the dead | |
| Come the dawning of the dead | |
| Come the dawning of the dead | |
| What demon hath formed this abominable void | |
| This soul-shuddering vacuum? | |
| Some said it is | |
| UrizenBut unknown, abstracted, brooding secret | |
| The dark power hid |
| 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 | |
| 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, 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? | |
| Woahohohohohohoh | |
| Woahohohohohohoh | |
| Woahohohohohohoh | |
| Woahohohohohohoh | |
| The burning sweat of poison tears | |
| The river flowing red with blood | |
| The cradlerobbing 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, 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? | |
| Come the dawning of the dead | |
| Come the dawning of the dead | |
| Come the dawning of the dead | |
| Come the dawning of the dead | |
| What demon hath formed this abominable void | |
| This soulshuddering vacuum? | |
| Some said it is | |
| UrizenBut unknown, abstracted, brooding secret | |
| The dark power hid |
| 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 | |
| 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, 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? | |
| Woahohohohohohoh | |
| Woahohohohohohoh | |
| Woahohohohohohoh | |
| Woahohohohohohoh | |
| The burning sweat of poison tears | |
| The river flowing red with blood | |
| The cradlerobbing 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, 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? | |
| Come the dawning of the dead | |
| Come the dawning of the dead | |
| Come the dawning of the dead | |
| Come the dawning of the dead | |
| What demon hath formed this abominable void | |
| This soulshuddering vacuum? | |
| Some said it is | |
| UrizenBut unknown, abstracted, brooding secret | |
| The dark power hid |