Rigor Sardonicous - Prophecies I - Preapocalyptia Songtexte

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