The False Prophet -

A long time ago.

An old man of this hills

Believed that had visions of the future

Filling the minds of fear

Some of his followers gave their treasures

To know about his future

Magic sphere of power

With the visions of the soon dawn

Showing the war that coming soon

And the tattooed child was born

With 6−6-6 on his head

I get ready to be governed by the shade

Stupid people believed his predictions

And hid in their own fears

Some others preferred the suicide

The old man smiles with the wealth at his throne

But the universal force punishes him with the death

Their sexton, turns his cadaver

And finds three number 6 in the old man’s head

The magic sphere of power is broken

A malignant creature fells down…

Giving the last breath