Come the millennium, month 12, In the home of greatest power, The village idiot will come forth To be acclaimed the leader.

After there is great trouble among mankind, a greater one is prepared. The great mover of the universe will renew time, rain, blood, thirst, famine, steel weapons and disease. In the heavens, a fire seen

Tomorrow at sunrise I shall no longer be here.

The third big war will begin when the big city is burning

Come the millennium, month 12, In the home of greatest power, The village idiot will come forth To be acclaimed the leader.

From the calm morning, the end will come when of the dancing horse the number of circles will be nine.

Nothing in the world can one imagine beforehand,not the least thing,everything is made up of so many unique particulars that cannot be forseen.