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
