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.