And Michael Nostradamus began to wanderthrough Europe for the next sixyears, wherehe first became aware the awakening ofhis prophetic powersSo god has found him weepingAnd weath flickered deep withis his eyesFor thy shalt sufferAs long ago...Sadness comes from deep insideThere are so many shades of winterHis breath warms up the wintry airPunishment to all the sinnersDemenia slowly unlightnes the mind...So god has found him weepingAnd wrath flickered deep withis his eyesFor thy shalt sufferAs long ago...Your wish shalt be denied...So do you hear the echoes of the ones that'll slowly die?Prophecy fulfilledAnd torture comes at midnightA dark sign's burning brighter than the lightSo do you hear the echoes...?Out beneath the nightly skySquat down on the groundHis breath warms up the wintry airThe truth hurts, that he foundHe might be the chisen oneThe one, allowed to seeGod's eye for the human raceThat ends in miseryNobody knows...That it is real, nobody knows... that it is real!