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.