and to all knowledge to whom imparts, do we find ourselves once again.
To be a child, reborn and new, and to witness all's bitter despair,
to see the sky once pure and blue, and the people's bowing heads in prayer.
To be within a dream of reality and fate, and wander through all endless depths.
To live in a world of dreary hate, and be broken in frightful aspects.
Do we bind ourselves for one's flaw, as we seek for a divine abode,
yet we suffer with these wounds of raw, as we atone for our sins upon the road.