Song | Book of Thel |
Artist | Bruce Dickinson |
Album | Scream for Me Brazil |
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 |
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 |