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LETRAS: WHATīS STILL UNWRITTEN...

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Callisto: Xena be warned, Xena beware

By closing your eyes you can see what isnīt there.

Xena be calm, open your eyes,

lies may be truth and truth may be lies.

 

Fate is a wheel, it will reveal,

all youīve become, all that you feel.

 

Destiny knows what has to be,

youīll pay the price, nothing is free.

Iīll be your guide, take the hand of you muse,

you just might lose your way in the land of Illusia.

 

Illusia is music, a world built on rhyme.

Itīs carved out of space in the absence of time,

youīve tasted how evil and good co exist,

the bitter and sweet of it.

 

White dog: All in the lips that you kissed ..... ahh

 

Callisto: Lion and bull, eagle and snake.

To live or die,

itīs a choice youīve got to make.

Can you undo what you create,

Step through the wheel

Follow you late.

 

Chorus of animals: The fates have a fix on you,

we can play tricks on you.

We deal in truths youīre too troubled to face.

Gamble the worth of you, on the rebirth on you,

donīt turn away, donīt start to fade.

Whatīs still unwritten...

you can erase.

 

Callisto: Your villainous infamy tortures your soul,

descent into evil must levy itīs toll.

The darkness that rots you has brought you to this

 

Snake: Surrender serenity, suffer sweet misery

sin seeks itīs cursed abyss.

 

Anubis: Oh Xena, with death there is always rebirth.

 

Sphinx: Come see with me a vision denied you on Earth.

 

Callisto: Illusia is waiting, weīll show you the way.

But all consequences are your own creation,

and thereīs a price you must pay.

 

Callisto and chorus of animals: The fates have fix on you,

we can play tricks on you.

We deal in truths youīre too troubled to face.

Gamble the worth of you, on the rebirth on you,

donīt turn away, donīt start to fade.

 

Callisto: Whatīs still unwritten...

you can erase.

 

Chorus of animals: Illusia is music,

a world built on rhyme.

Itīs carved out of space, in the absence of ...