Book Of Thel Lyrics - Scream For Me Brazil (live) - Bruce Dickinson

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 Urizen 

But unknown, abstracted, brooding secret 

The dark power hid