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...