Come the millennium, month 12, In the home of greatest power, The village idiot will come forth To be acclaimed the leader.
To an old leader will be born an idiot heir, weak both in knowledge and in war.
Tomorrow at sunrise I shall no longer be here.
The third big war will begin when the big city is burning
Mankind will discover objects in space sent to us by the watchers.
Understanding created by the intellect cannot be acquired by means of the occult, only by the aid of the zodiac, bringing forth that small flame by whose light part of the future may be discerned.