[B. Dickinson / Roy Z./ E. Casillas]
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...