Book of Thel
Bruce Dickinson Lyrics


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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

Overall Meaning

The song "Book of Thel" by Bruce Dickinson tells the story of a person who has fallen under the spell of a malevolent force. The lyrics are dark and foreboding, with descriptions of disease, death, and decay. The mark on the person's head is a symbol of their corruption, and the tears that run down their face are a sign of their remorse. The "whore that never told her tale" represents the secrets and shame that haunt the person, while the lamb and wolf are symbols of innocence and corruption.


The person is standing inside a temple, where the book of Thel is opening. The priestess offers her hand, and the person rises, but it is not clear whether they are rising to salvation or to damnation. The final lines of the song suggest that something wicked is coming and that the person may not wake to see the light. The lyrics are full of religious and mythological imagery, suggesting that the person is struggling with questions of faith and morality.


In summary, "Book of Thel" is a powerful and haunting song about a person who is facing the forces of evil and corruption. The lyrics are filled with vivid imagery and emotion, making the song a memorable and thought-provoking piece of music.


Line by Line Meaning

The mark is on you now
You are marked, forever changed.


The furnace sealed inside your head
Your mind is consumed with madness.


Melting from the inside now
You are slowly losing control of yourself.


Waxy tears run down your face
Your sorrow is overwhelming, you have lost all hope.


The whore that never told her tale
The woman who kept her secrets to herself.


Relives it every night with you
You are haunted by her past.


Far off stands the lamb and waits
The innocent victim, waiting for its fate.


For the wolf to come and end its life
Death is coming, and it will be violent and sudden.


Stand inside the temple
You are in a sacred and foreboding place.


As the book of Thel is opening
The secrets of the universe are being revealed to you.


The priestess stands before you
She is a guide to the unknown.


Offering her hand out, she's rising
She is leading you towards something greater.


Come the dawning of the dead
The time of reckoning is coming.


In famine and in war
The end will come in many forms.


Now the harlot womb of death
Death is a cruel and inescapable reality.


Spits out its rotten core
The decay of life is evident in all things.


Serpent on the altar now
The snake is a symbol of transformation and rebirth.


Has wrapped itself around your spine
You are being consumed by the darkness.


So you look into its mouth
You confront the unknown.


And you kiss the pearly fangs divine
You embrace your fate, willingly or not.


Happy that your end is swift
Death comes quickly and without warning.


The weeping virgin cries in bliss
Grief and joy are not mutually exclusive.


The snake and priestess, they are one
The guides to the other side are one and the same.


The veil of flesh is ripped undone
The barrier between life and death is nonexistent.


By the pricking of my thumbs
An ominous feeling of danger is coming.


Something wicked this way comes
Evil is approaching, and it will not be stopped.


And when sleep takes you tonight
In your dreams, you will face your fears.


Will you wake to see the light...?
Will you have the courage to face reality?


The burning sweat of poison tears
Your anguish cannot be contained.


The river flowing red with blood
Life is fleeting and fragile, and death is everywhere.


The cradle-robbing hand of death
Death comes for us all, even the innocent.


Caresses every dreaming head
Even our dreams are not safe from death's reach.


Waiting for the marriage hearse
We all must face our mortality.


To take you to the funeral pyre
We will all burn in the end.


So you burn the family tree
You destroy the legacy of those who came before you.


The generations burning higher
The cycle of life and death continues endlessly.


What demon hath formed this abominable void...
What unknown force has created this darkness?


This soul-shuddering vacuum?
This emptiness is terrifying and overwhelming.


Some said it is Urizen -
Some believe the answer is in a divine force.


But unknown, abstracted, brooding secret
The true root of this darkness is unknown and deeply hidden.


The dark power hid
The unknown force that has created this void remains hidden and powerful.


By the dawning of the dead...
The end is near, and death will reign supreme.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: BRUCE DICKINSON, EDDIE CASILLAS, EDDIE MIGUEL CASSILAS, ROGER RAMIREZ

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Comments from YouTube:

Grey Wanderer

This whole album is fantastic! Sends shivers up my spine and the hairs on the back of neck stand on end, a true masterpiece!

Vaughn Blaylock

I read your comment as the chorus started. All these years later it still gives me chills every time.

Egotistical Giraffe

@Vaughn Blaylock I share your sentiments.

mike yancik

you and me both dude...like gasmmusic

Tilemachos Mantis

So none talks about the phenomenal drumming of David Ingraham in this legendary masterpiece...

Harry Telfer

David Ingraham is criminally underrated in my book - he's got such a solid feel and doesn't ever overplay, but always serves the song he plays perfectly

Tilemachos Mantis

@Harry Telfer exactly dude.
He always fills the songs without the need "look im the best drummer lets hit the double bass like dave lombardo"
Rythm and groove to perfection.

Harry Telfer

@Tilemachos Mantis he plays like Nicko, but with a few younger elements like riding the crash and such

cmiller0987

Its one of my all time favorite drum solos, glad I'm not the only one to notice its greatness

Tilemachos Mantis

@cmiller0987 I'm glad too bro!

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