Lyrics - 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
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 Urizen But unknown, abstracted, brooding secret The dark power hid
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. Times on times he divided and measured. Space by space in his ninefold darkness. Unseen, unknown.
Were it not for the division between Bruce and the band we would not have had this and other equally notable albums from Bruce OR the raw energy, talent and synchronicity of Brave New World. Which for reasons of my own will always be the greatest metal album of all time. 🤘🏻😛🤘🏻
I remember it well, as if it were yesterday, the first time I heard this incredible CD... and when it came to this song, I went completely crazy, hooked! This song is fkn amazing
@@DaveDexterMusic Well, then every song with a literary connection might be called "unofficial" 😉. But then Coleridge and Blake both belong to the British romantic period. So yes, you're right.
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![Bruce Dickinson - The Alchemist (2001 Remaster) [Official Audio]](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/iyAqNjjdLNs/mqdefault.jpg)
One of the best heavy metal songs ever
For me, the best metal song of the nineties. Incredible song.
Agreed, other than maybe fear of the dark for me tho
Yep. A lot of peeps don't know about This jewel or even othe great stuff from Bruce.
For me, the best metal song of all times.
El mejor disco de los 90as, una revelación irrepetible.
Great work by Adrian Smith on this album.
My favorite Bruce Dickinson song!!!
That riff! 🤤
And lyrics, and everything!
Alguém ouvindo em 2024?❤
Bet your ears we are!!!!.. its Bruce Dickinson...... Nuff said 👍
This my friends is art at its best..... Takes you throw a quick journey....
Lyrics -
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
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 Urizen
But unknown, abstracted, brooding secret
The dark power hid
William Blake would be proud...
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.
Times on times he divided and measured. Space by space in his ninefold darkness. Unseen, unknown.
Gran tema !! Y album ❤️🤘🔥🤘.. !!!
FekK this Album is just Top FekKin Teir🤘
Beautiful opening, love it
Were it not for the division between Bruce and the band we would not have had this and other equally notable albums from Bruce OR the raw energy, talent and synchronicity of Brave New World. Which for reasons of my own will always be the greatest metal album of all time.
🤘🏻😛🤘🏻
Greatest guitar riff right here 1:00
Mind blowing in every way! ~ Just kicks so much ass!!!
This is my favorite song among all pieces in Dickinson's solo career. It is such a beautiful song.
If this is played live in May i 'may' crap myself!
Well it's been done, make sure and bring some toilet paper with you
For me one of the best metal albums from the 90's
This music makes me feel alive ❤️🙏 ty Bruce....
My favorite Bruce song. It is a heavy metal masterpiece.
pretty good , the movie is AMAZING !
Majestic!
I remember it well, as if it were yesterday, the first time I heard this incredible CD... and when it came to this song, I went completely crazy, hooked! This song is fkn amazing
Bruce has reached the dominance of hard rock, metal, and the likes of Black Sabbath with his vocals within.
I love this album the tower and this song is fucking awesome ❤
Heavy AF!
Increíble
Is this the unofficial sequel to _Rime_ _of_ _the_ _Ancient_ _Mariner?_
No. This is about William Blake's work.
@@herbertwest9626 I guess I was paying more attention to the musick than the lyrics, as usual.
@@herbertwest9626 that's what would make it _unofficial_ I suppose
@@DaveDexterMusic Well, then every song with a literary connection might be called "unofficial" 😉. But then Coleridge and Blake both belong to the British romantic period. So yes, you're right.
Right in my wheelhouse...right in the gut!!...
Ahhhh❤❤❤❤❤❤
Este album es sencillamente una genial obra maestra de heavy 🤘
Grande Adrian Smith
😀👍
Yyyyeéss
-> |PT-br| 🤔 Talvez Somos A #1 #Banda #Espirita De #PopMetal #Rock Desse Mundo...
Mas Nao Reparem Muito No Nosso Ingles Neanderthal, Ha Ha Ha ❤
-> |EN-nd| 🤔 Maybe We're The #1 #Spiritist* Pop-Metal #Rock #Band In This World
But Don't Pay Much Attention To Our Neanderthal English, Ha Ha Ha ❤
*NOTE:
Spiritist is who professes #Spiritism, the #Gospel continuation
It has began with the books by #AllanKardec and continued in the books by Francisco C. Xavier #ChicoXavier, the greatest and more important #medium/#prophet of #spirits of the last centuries...
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