Come the millennium, month 12, In the home of greatest power, The village idiot will come forth To be acclaimed the leader.

The year 1999, seventh month, [or simply sept] From the sky will come a great King of Terror. To bring back to life the great King of the Mongols, Before and after Mars to reign by good luck.

Will the future bring your wisdom to me? Or will darkness rule the kingdom for all eternity? You will live in my heart… I will still remember even though we are apart. I will feel you there for me As I walk the road of life You help me fight for what is right I will honour thy name

In the City of God there will be a great thunder, Two brothers torn apart by Chaos, while the fortress endures, the great leader will succumb, The third big war will begin when the big city is burning

After there is great trouble among mankind, a greater one is prepared. The great mover of the universe will renew time, rain, blood, thirst, famine, steel weapons and disease. In the heavens, a fire seen

To an old leader will be born an idiot heir, weak both in knowledge and in war.

The third big war will begin when the big city is burning

Mankind will discover objects in space sent to us by the watchers.

When twenty years of the Moon's reign have passed another will take up his reign for seven thousand years. When the exhausted Sun takes up his cycle then my prophecy and threats will be accomplished.

The year 1999, seventh month, from the sky will come a great King of Terror: to bring back to life the great King of the Mongols, before and after Mars to reign by good luck.

Nothing in the world can one imagine beforehand,not the least thing,everything is made up of so many unique particulars that cannot be forseen.