Seek shelter if you can for
It was foretold that not any
Hand could hide the face of
Man while mountains do hide
Not knowing pride for they know
The hour is at hand and none
Bar man is foolish to stand and
Lie while in death he do stand
To be judged
Did not deaths dream of
Reality bring distant times
Of other things back into a
Future of loss and despair
Did not deaths dream of
An end to the beginning
Find open arms in the lost
Notions of charm and what
Is was to be
Did not deaths dream of
Of awakening cling to that
Notion of ability for man and
His descendants to claim back
Normality of his sprit to sing
Unto god his praises
Did not deaths dream of
Life bring about that damnation
Of plight that we have become
Accustomed to and with all
Our might have called our own
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