Prophecies in my dreamsnDark rain forming black streamsnWhen I'm waking upnI can still feel itnThe deadly rain all over mennAutumn harvest is herenTime of the greatest lossnTake your final glance nownnProphecies in my dreamsnDark rain forming black streamsnI dream of the treenAnd the spirits around itnLooking calm, still crying for it allnnAutumn harvest is herenTime of the greatest lossnTake your final glance nownnAs it was once toldnFlames appeared in the nightly skiesnAbove this olden townnWe were the onesnTo guard you all, to soothe you in pain... in painnnProphecy's in my dreamsnDark rain forming black streamsnI've foreseen the day would comenThe city's dead, so few survivennWe have always been heren'Round the cherry treenTrying to comfort you all... in pain