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