Down in the street they're all singing and shouting
  Staying alive though the city is dead
  Hiding their shame behind hollow laughter
  While you are crying alone in your bed

Sibyll awoke with a start, cold sweat covering her body.  The dream
had come again, and once again she Saw the events of so long ago.  

It always started the same; denial, false hope, the fall of night.
Then came the attack, the chaos, and flight forseen.

  Sorry Cassandra I didn't believe
  You really had the power
  I only saw it as dreams you would weave
  Until the final hour