Those with sight...
Watch the skies...
All things will align...
Sundogs to show their face...
Final warning to the human race...
Upon the ground where no trees grow...
Fire and ice upon blackened snow...
Fire in ice thrice the price...
Clouds of darkness...
In the midst of haze...
Fire and rain...
Fire does burn...
To others cold will come...
Chilled to the bones...
Changes in mass and form...
Mother Earth shakes...
Mountains erupt, lava flows..
New lands take shape...
World on fire...
With deep dread, rivers run red...
Blood will be shed...
Twelve times twelve shall it be...
For those who truly see...
Warriors take your stand...
For time is near...
To heal the land...
Pain will be eased...
Great is the need...
What has been torn will be reborn...
For that day all should pray...
Upon the eagle's cry...
The Blue Flame will rise...
As the Phoenix flies high...
And embraces the night..
Wings of flame...
Mother Earth shall be whole again....
Bring to us the sacred sphere...
As the hoop circles around...
Balance restored...
Those lost are again found...
Waters run clean and clear...
No tears flow here ...
All relations wild and free...
Always in harmony...
As it once was again it shall be.