You don't know me, but I know you You are the man behind the writing on 'stability of truth' So unaware, so sure of what is real Your are the man who chose to question My convictions with such zeal But I can smile Leading from the first As I pass you back your papers And watch you blindly reach out for the curse Take the curse... it is yours now! You don't know me, but I know you The die is set and you embark upon your Journey of the damned The course is laid, there's no reprieve You should have stayed your hand from criticising All that I believe I give you thirty days A chance to see more clearly I give you thirty days Some time to think - For sense to prevail No doubt you'll try - No doubt you'll fall Seven ancient symbols A promise made in hell Drawn from living blood This anger can't be quelled Seven ancient symbols A bond from Satan's hand Drawn from living blood The one who's cursed is surely damned!