Skyclad - Single Phial

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Исполнители: Skyclad

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Текст песни

I have walked the earth so many times before your birth,
Today is only yesterday's tomorrow.
And as a Gardner in Eden it was I who sowed the seed then
I've come to reclaim this life you borrow.

Singing 'ring a ring o' roses' for your final lullaby,
Have you any prayers to make before you wave your last goodbye?
I bring 'a pocket full o' posies' –
Lay a wreath to ease my guilt,
As the light's go out forever not one drop of blood was spilt.

As yet unwritten history –
Once more I stride the lightning 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.

As yet unwritten history –
Once more I stride the lightning 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 is 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).

As yet unwritten history –
Once more I stride the lightning 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 while the church bell rang.
Singing 'bring out your dead' they'll stretch for miles,
To be borne to their graves in single files.

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