Prophecies I - Preapocalyptia 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