Skyclad Single Phial
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.
