No Chance Encounter - Arena

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!