The great wind utters prophecies br like a blossom among the leaves br Whether you look or whether you listen br you hear life murmur, or see it glisten br An instinct within us that reaches and towers br Truth storm brings back mem'ries, sometimes ice and flowers br Unique to each of us, are these br reincarnated memories br br The great wind utters prophecies br talking like branches do in trees br Hearing life murmur, seeing it glisten br I see if I look, hear if I listen br Saw void's demise with a perdition perception br but at the same time, it's eternal inception br Reincarnated memories, br unique to each of us are these br br Combined in one lifetime, are these br and they remain my memories br Came to me like an endless woken dream br nolonger asleep, nor still silent scream br Each memory being as unique as the last br Awoke yesterday's tomorrow and future's past br Unique to each of us are these br and they are still our memories br br Like talking branches, a blossom among the leaves br the wind whispers all our secrets and prophecies br You feel it as it flows, think as a hazy dream br Echo's of the past, kindred souls, the perfect team br Each memory being as unique as the last br awoke yesterdays tomorrow and future's past br Saw void's demise through my perdition perception br but at the same time, it's eternal inception br Storm of truth brings memories, explaining the drive br an instinct within us that stone will to survive.