The apostle awake

Inside a dream

Revealing what shall come to be

With strengthened sight

Tears of stone fell from his eyes

Paving paths than none should follow



Behold the Beginning of Sorrows

Behold that which ascends with doom

When the great river has dried

We shall find the Kings from the East



Do not seal the words of the prophecy

The time is soon at hand

He who is unjust - let him be unjust still

He who righteous - let him be righteous still

And let he who walks on the path which is clear

Find peace within himself



We are our own

We reap what we sow

Heed the warning cast among ye

That bring sorrow upon the land



The cities will fall

The mountains will speak

Among plague's disease

Our efforts to weak

If his is to come

Once more shall we sing

And upon the Earth fall to our knees

Among all what we are and all that we may be

All that we may be