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I have walked the earth so many times before your birth, Today is only yesterday`s tomorrow. And as the gardener in Eden it was I who sowed the seed then, I`ve come here to reclaim this life you borrow. Singing `ring a ring o rosies` for your final lullabye, Have you any prayers to make before you wave your last goodbye? I bring `a pocket full of posies` - lay a wreath to ease my guilt, As the lights go out forever not one drop of blood was spilt. Chorus: As yet unwritten history - once more I`ll stride the lighning road, Identity a mystery - my burden is Pandora`s load. Traversing endless centuries - disguised behind Death`s lipless smile, I hide that my intention is to pour this single phial. I`d have rather seen your face almost any other place, Still here we meet - always the way in this profession. And as I gaze into your eyes I see the glimmer within dies, From the moment I first make my dark confession. How could I swear I would be there for you until your dying day, Certain in the knowledge that it`s not that far away! So you leave me sitting here bewildered as a new dead ghost, While I try to justify destroying that which I love most. Chorus: As yet unwritten history - once more I`ll stride the lighning road, Identity a mystery - my burden is Pandora`s load. Traversing endless centuries - disguised behind Death`s lipless smile, I hide that my intention is to pour this single phial. The dark millenium i ending - final daze of the decayed, And a reign of tears is falling - it`s the judgement eve parade. Though I wash my hands a thousand times - still the guilt remains, She stole my heart - I took her life... (and yet I never knew her name). Chorus: As yet unwritten history - once more I`ll stride the lighning road, Identity a mystery - my burden is Pandora`s load. Traversing endless centuries - disguised behind Death`s lipless smile, I hide that my intention is to pour this single phial. Out with a whimper - not with a bang. And they all gathered round when the church bells rang. Singing `bring out your dead` - they`ll stretch for miles, To be bourne to their graves in single files. Chorus: As yet unwritten history - once more I`ll stride the lighning road, Identity a mystery - my burden is Pandora`s load. Traversing endless centuries - disguised behind Death`s lipless smile, I hide that my intention is to pour this single phial.
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