The visions of my troubled sleep

Brought to me through astral dimensions

are warnings foretelling events

of global cataclysmic proportions

I know not the fate for my kinsmen, yet mine is

to remain

The survival of the many, shall be through the

memory of the few

My dreams descends...

I am the one, I witness the re-birth of time

Few but me have seen beyond the stars, yet I

have seen, I have seen

Crashing thorugh the walls of time, our world

will be cast down

I hold the key to unlock the paths, when your

end becomes so real

Live through the dream

Time is reborn, the sooil runes red, cleansing the

circle of life

Reborn is our world, as I foresaw, so it begins

as it ends

Live throught the dream, this is our paradise



[J. Fogarty 2/1/97]