Pandora, Pandora Hold on to you're Box

Open the lid and the Gods will be cross

The blood will flood out and the Scars that won't heal

Keep in you're dark secrets and the rest will yeald

Sniker Snaker the vorpal Blade goes

Wherever it goes , Alice will follow

Just one of the souls which آپ posses

Pandora, don't say Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori

As that is a different part to you're story

But truely it's meaning has been Changed

آپ killed people then and you're mind is still diranged

So be draged back to the land of white

And snuggle up in a Straight-Jacket nice and tight

Be forced into Darkness pain and were the dead stay

The orperation's are grusome and the thing growing inside آپ will be taken away

The blood on the walls will not be you'res

But it will be on you're blade and on you're claws

آپ have a metal and un-natrual دل

But luckly also one man that will keep it and won't rip it apart

آپ will be draged back into the past

But also you're friends, آپ will collect them fast

Alice is dead, killed سے طرف کی the ones that hurt آپ before

Wonderland is alone for ever more?

But آپ see the funny thing is

Wonderland must always have an .... Alice

No matter what the price

No matter what the vise

Pandora Pandora it is not you're choice