And the prophecy read that One day like the pheonix rose from the ashes That a boy will be born unto a family in the slums This boy will go on and use the knowledge that he gains While fighting for survival in the streets To become a crack leader And in

And what you've seen isn't there anymore Just like it has before Now we can say that nothing's lost and only change brings round the prophecy Where now it's melting, the solid frost was once a veil on greener landscapes we would see Beneath my surface

It's right in front of me The throne of maladies Your malignancy They say I ain't bad I'm the best that I've had And I know it ain't right But I'll fight my whole life The prophecy will be realized Lord of the near and the nigh

I am Nostradamus I am the darkness Born out of light I am the force the fire That burns here tonight Bringing the future To all mankind Guider of life, of death The sight of the blind

The Ringspell... Yénillor morne tulinte I quettar tercano nuruva Hlasta Qyetes Translation: The Seer Speaks... Out of the Black Years

A night of poetry and motion The prophecy in destiny was falling And calling out to me And will we find our destination Within a time of resignation At 69, until the end of time Around the world in eighty days we sailed the

To fight on the blood-red mountainside To vanquish the rapacious beast North of the yew grove Home of the prosperous High Princess of Noreia To end the age of distress To fulfill the prophecy enthean

Leave me be A snowy owl above the haunted waters Poet of ancient gods Cries to tell the never ending story Prophecy of becoming floods An aura of mystery surrounds her The lady in brightest white Soon the incarnate shall be born The Creator of the Night

A crow, a storm The eternal The prophecy It's a promise to us all Shadows will be rising soon The Nine sing Once upon a dream ago We're the ones you've left alone Break the seal, find the red door

Leave me be A snowy owl above the haunted waters Poet of ancient gods Cries to tell the never ending story Prophecy of becoming floods An aura of mystery surrounds her The lady in brightest white Soon the incarnate shall be born The Creator of the Night