We meet again My dear old friend, In the land of peace and sun. We met when I Was born anew, Thirsty for a mother's love. We meet right now As the sun goes down Along with my final breath. And we'll meet once more At life's open door To start all over again.
Knowing the Unknown I'd rather face The tortures of Hell Than live to tell tales of nothing I'd rather know How twisted the world is Than live blind to all mistakes I'd rather feel The sting of pain Than be blissfully unaware And thus Be one To Knowing the unknown