NOSTRADAMUS -
Sitting alone at night in secret study;
it is placed on the brass tripod.
A slight flame comes out of the void and
makes true that which should not be believed in vain.
The wand in the hand is placed in the middle of the tripods legs.
With water he sprinkles both the hem of his garment and his foot.
A voice, fear: he trembles in his robes.
Divine splendor; the God sits near.
When the litters are overturned by the whirlwind
and faces are covered by cloaks,
the new republic will be troubled by its people.
At this time the reds and the whites will rule wrongly.
original instrumental song put to a BS slide show, just for fun.
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