Once a man’s mind has matured
Under the Heavens of his home
In star- and moonlit nights so pure
He shall see what is to come

He’ll see the falling stars
The day of judgment is not far
He’ll see the tragedy
Visions of insanity

So spoke the healer
The man with the second sight
Foreseen catastrophes
And warnings, cryptic and sublime
His books of wisdom said
All there is to human fate
He was a traveler
Transcending through the gates of time

Battlefields of hate and rage
Ravenous wild beasts enticed
The great drawn into an iron cage
By the second antichrist

There will be falling stars
The day of judgment is not far
There will be tragedy
Visions of insanity

So spoke the healer...

Qui legent hoc versus, mature censunto
Prophanum vulgus et inscium ne attrectato
Omnesqui Astrologi, Blenni, Barbari procul sunto
Qui aliter faxit, is rite sacer esto

When the moon’s ruled his last night
Thousands of years a new one will
The sun resumes her exhausted flight
My prophecies will be fulfilled

I see the falling stars
The day of judgment is not far
I see the tragedy
Visions of insanity

So spoke the healer...