Texty: Solitude Aeturnus. Opaque Divinity.

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 too 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