You'll talk to the wolves,
|
have the eyes of the night,
|
the tongue of the ravens,
|
you'll have the second sight.
|
|
You'll hear the trees whisper
|
to the stars and the moon
|
about the great alterations
|
coming up soon.
|
|
The eminence of darkness
|
you will understand,
|
you'll be part of the secret
|
that will outlast the land.
|
|
I tell your fortune.
|
Hunter and hunted you'll be.
|
Death and Tower and Swords
|
are your destiny.
|
|
When the earth will burst open
|
to wolve down the light
|
to spit forth its bowels
|
into the vast night.
|
|
When heaven and hell
|
and earth will be burning
|
you will have foreseen it,
|
waiting for it, yearning.
|
|
But you will not perceive
|
what the signs mean at all
|
that you're insignificant
|
and will perish and fall.
|
|
I tell your fortune.
|
Hunter and hunted you'll be.
|
Death and Tower and Swords
|
are your destiny.
|
|
-----------------
|
Prophecy
|
Gardens Of Gehenna |