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.