Songtexte Book of Thel - 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, 
                                                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...?
 
                                    
                                
                                                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...
 
                                    
                                
                                                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
 
                                    
                                
                            
                                Album
                                
Alive                                
                                
                            
                        1 Cyclops
2 Shoot All the Clowns
3 Son of a Gun
4 Tears of the Dragon
5 1000 Points of Light
6 Sacred Cowboys
7 Tattooed Millionaire
8 Born In '58
9 Fire
10 Change of Heart
11 Hell No
12 Laughing In the Hiding Bush
13 Cyclops - Live At The Marquee
14 1000 Points Of Light - Live At The Marquee
15 Born In '58 - Live At The Marquee
16 Gods of War
17 Change Of Heart - Live At The Marquee
18 Laughing In The Hiding Bush - Live At The Marquee
19 Hell No - Live At The Marquee
20 Tears Of The Dragon - Live At The Marquee
21 Shoot All The Clowns - Live At The Marquee
22 Sacred Cowboys - Live At The Marquee
23 Son Of A Gun - Live At The Marquee
24 Tattooed Millionaire - Live At The Marquee
25 Trumpets of Jericho
26 King In Crimson
27 Chemical Wedding
28 Gates of Urizen
29 Killing Floor
30 Book of Thel - Live
31 Tears Of The Dragon - Live In Brazil
32 Laughing In The Hiding Bush - Live In Brazil
33 Accident of Birth
34 The Tower
35 Dark Side of Aquarius
36 Road To Hell
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