The apostle awoke Inside a dream Revealing what shall come to be With strengthened sight Tears of stone fell from his eyes Paving paths that 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 prophecy The time is soon at hand He who is unjust - let him be unjust still He who is 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 this is to come Once more shall we sing And upon the Earth fall to our knees Among all that we are and all that we may be All that we may be...