1. OPAQUE DIVINITY

The apostle awoke inside a dream
Revealing what shall come to be
With strengthened sight,
Tears of stone shall fall from his eyes
Paving the 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 brings 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


2. MIRROR OF SORROW

In a blackened blur of crowding clouds
I dropped my sorrow among the leaves
I took my place as wise men do,
As the storm prepared its release
Through raging winds and weeping skies
I sat in the loneliness of solitude
I washed my eyes in growing streams,
Earth's resistance, true magnitude
As the black sky faded to blue
And again the Earth felt the sunrise
A silver mirror stood before me
Bequeath of the silent rainbow
A beautiful mirror of radiant splendor
As ominous as the autumn moon,
It brought upon me endless wonder
Yet spoke of some unknown doom
As I reflect back on this day
No words could ever tell
I saw my little world,
But could not see myself
In strange visions,
And through the windows of dreams
We solemnly gaze beyond,
What is revealed to our eyes
Exists only in our minds