| Song | Book Of Thel |
| Artist | Bruce Dickinson |
| Album | Best of Bruce Dickinson (Bonus CD) |
| 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 |
| 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 |