Lirik Lagu Book Of Thel - Bruce Dickinson
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
The mark is on you nowThe furnace sealed inside your headMelting from the inside nowWaxy tears run down your face
The whore that never told her taleRelives it every night with youFar off stands the lamb and waitsFor the wolf to come and end its life
Stand inside the templeAs the book of Thel is openingThe priestess stands before youOffering her hand out, she's rising
Come the dawning of the deadIn famine and in warNow the harlot womb of deathSpits out its rotten core
Serpent on the altar nowHas wrapped itself around your spineSo you look into its mouthAnd you kiss the pearly fangs divine
Happy that your end is swiftThe weeping virgin cries in blissThe snake and priestess, they are oneThe veil of flesh is ripped undone
Stand inside the templeAs the book of Thel is openingThe priestess stands before youOffering her hand out, she's rising
Come the dawning of the deadIn famine and in warNow the harlot womb of deathSpits out its rotten core
By the pricking of my thumbsSomething wicked this way comesAnd when sleep takes you tonightWill you wake to see the light...?
The burning sweat of poison tearsThe river flowing red with bloodThe cradle-robbing hand of deathCaresses every dreaming head
Waiting for the marriage hearseTo take you to the funeral pyreSo you burn the family treeThe generations burning higher
Stand inside the templeAs the book of Thel is openingThe priestess stands before youOffering her hand out, she's rising
Come the dawning of the deadIn famine and in warNow the harlot womb of deathSpits out its rotten core
By the pricking of my thumbsSomething wicked this way comesAnd when sleep takes you tonightWill you wake to see the light
By the dawning o
The whore that never told her taleRelives it every night with youFar off stands the lamb and waitsFor the wolf to come and end its life
Stand inside the templeAs the book of Thel is openingThe priestess stands before youOffering her hand out, she's rising
Come the dawning of the deadIn famine and in warNow the harlot womb of deathSpits out its rotten core
Serpent on the altar nowHas wrapped itself around your spineSo you look into its mouthAnd you kiss the pearly fangs divine
Happy that your end is swiftThe weeping virgin cries in blissThe snake and priestess, they are oneThe veil of flesh is ripped undone
Stand inside the templeAs the book of Thel is openingThe priestess stands before youOffering her hand out, she's rising
Come the dawning of the deadIn famine and in warNow the harlot womb of deathSpits out its rotten core
By the pricking of my thumbsSomething wicked this way comesAnd when sleep takes you tonightWill you wake to see the light...?
The burning sweat of poison tearsThe river flowing red with bloodThe cradle-robbing hand of deathCaresses every dreaming head
Waiting for the marriage hearseTo take you to the funeral pyreSo you burn the family treeThe generations burning higher
Stand inside the templeAs the book of Thel is openingThe priestess stands before youOffering her hand out, she's rising
Come the dawning of the deadIn famine and in warNow the harlot womb of deathSpits out its rotten core
By the pricking of my thumbsSomething wicked this way comesAnd when sleep takes you tonightWill you wake to see the light
By the dawning o
