Prophecies I - Preapocaylptia Lyrics


Ancient from the East turns its eye to the sky

Distant journey embarked the travelers succeed

The moon's change to red soon to be

Attention to the Frozen North

As strong winds crack apart

Livelihood lost to the bitter cold

A city torn by inner strife

Legendary heroes fail to rise

Justice sought for lives lost

Enduring drought suffering the cost

Light is obvious but the dark fails to see

Eight is the number with no solution