Book Of Prophesy¶
Description¶
Book of Prophesy written by Mary the Prophetess in the First Age.
A modern translation by Marus Daergel is available.
Aforr Þe Empire Changes¶
Quatern I
I.
Neer a great bridge neer a spacious plain
Þe great lion wiÞ barbaric forces
Wil caus a fallin outside Þe austere city
Þrough fear Þe gates wil be unlock’d for him
II.
Þe great Empire wil soone be exchang’d
A great nation is uncertain
Overcome, Þe sea port maks no answer
Þe sword and Þe flame wil appear to Þe victor
III.
Þe city is besieg’d and assault’d by nitte
Few have escap’d; a battle not far from Þe sea
Þe fire is put out, and Þe diabolic gaÞering
Seek Þe bones of Þe demon Baphomet
IV.
Aforr Þe Empire changes
A terrible event wil take place
Þe field burnt, Þe pillar of porphyry
Crumbl’d, buried inne Þe ashen lot
A DeaÞ Too Late¶
Quatern II
I.
From Auramport to neer Þe Gate
Þe entire coast wil remain desolat’d
Þere wil remain no suburb, city or town
One wil see noÞing but rubble and waste
II.
Neer Þe Gate and wiÞin two cities
Þere will be two scourg’s Þe like of wich was never seen
Famine wiÞin plague, people put out by steele
Crying to Þe great immortals for relief
III.
Aforr long all wil be set ablaze
Þe great star wil burn for sev’n days
Þe cloud wil cause two suns to appear
We wil expect a very sinister century
IV.
Too much Þe heavens weap for Þe begott’n
Neer Þe heavens human blood shed
Because of deaÞ too late a great people shal emerge
Inne Cedar’s Bay Þe monarchy wil ende
Strangers GaÞered inne Þe Archer’s Reeve¶
Quatern III
I.
By Þe city where Þe wolfe wil enter
Inne Þe great tomb of Þe Alchemist
Þe great Þeatre wil come to be set up again
Þe dice cast and Þe snares already laid
II.
Strangers gaÞered inne Þe Archer’s Reeve
Wil be inne league, and wil bear Þem company
Þe five strangers enter’d inne Þe temple
Taken from Þe earÞ and suspend’d inne Þe air
III.
Þe sky of Cedar’s City forebodes to us
Þrough clear signs and fix’d stars
Þat Þe time of sudden change is approaching
NeiÞer for its good, nor for its evils
IV.
Þe demon’s bones are Þus reveal’d
It wil cause Þe earÞ to be stain’d wiÞ blood
It wil burn lime, lodestone sulfur and pitch
Þere wil be unleash’d live fire, horrible and frightful
By Candle’s Litte¶
Quatern IV
I.
By candle’s litte Þe houre grows dimme
Wen Þe litt’rs are ov’rturn’d by wirlwin’
An’ faces are cover’d by cloaks
Þe newe republick shal be troubl’d by its people
II.
Inne Þe worlde Þere wil be madde a king
Who wil hav’ little pease and shortte life
Þey wil be driv’n away for a longe fitte
Þe countrysid wil be most grivously troubl’d
III.
A coffin is putte into Þe vault of iron
Wher sev’n children of Þe king are held
Þe ancestors wil comme forÞ from Þe depÞs of hell
Lamenting to see Þus dead Þe frutte of Þeir linne
IV.
Tempus Þreatens us wiÞ Þe fors of war
And wil caus bloode to be spilt sev’nty times
Plague, famin, deaÞ from miltary hands
Þe century approches its renew’l
Þe Republick Chang’d¶
Quatern V
I.
Of Þat great number Þat one wil send
To relieve Þose besieg’d inne Þe fort
A ravenous hord shal descend upon Þem
All but sev’nty wil be devour’d
II.
Hurl’d back Þrough bows, fires, pitÞ and fire
Cries, howls head at midnitte
WiÞin Þey are placed on Þe broken ramparts
To Þe crimson one Þe number recount’d
III.
Þe Crimson King Þrough his Draconic right arm
Seeing Þe discord of Þe great Republick
Wil cause his sworde to flourish over Þe Þree partes
Against Þe cope of Þe great Hierarchy
IV.
At sunrise one wil see a great fire
Þeir great city cries out wiÞ howls and laments
Þrough life and deaÞ Þe Republick chang’d
By Þe one whose face is splatter’d wiÞ blood
Þe Crimson King¶
Quatern VI
I.
Þe foreign guard wil betray Þe fortress
Beasts ferocious from hungre wil burst forÞ
Fleeing Þe fort, Þe woods wil ov’rflow
WiÞ blood, fires, deaÞ, drowned by Þe fang’d hordes
II.
Nine years Þe Crimson King wil hold Þe realm inne pease
Þen he wil fall into a very bloody Þirst
Because of him a great people wil die
Þe body wiÞout a soul is no more inne sacrifice
III.
Þe Easterner wil leave his seate
To pass Þe Ophidian mountains
He wil transpire Þe skye, Þe waters and Þe snowe
And ev’ryone wil be struck wiÞ his sworde
IV.
One who Þe infernal gods of Baltatrax
Wil cause to be reborn, terror of mankin
Nev’r more horror nor worse of days
Inne Þe past Þan wil come to Þe Raven’s Helm
Pease and Plenty, Dust and Ashe¶
Quatern VII
I.
He who wil have Þe government of Þe great cope
Wil be prevail’d upon to perform sev’ral deeds
Þe twelve red ones who wil come to soil Þe cloÞ
Und’r murder, murder wil come to be perpetrat’d
II.
Þe city of liberty made servile
Made Þe asylum of profligats and prostitutes
Malicious plot and machination
No heart wil be so hardy as not to tremble
III.
Some of Þose most lett’r’d inne celestial facts
Wil be condem’d by Þe barbarous masses
Punish’d by Edict, hunt’d, like criminals
And put to deaÞ wherev’r Þey wil be found
IV.
Þe change wil be very dificult
City and provinse wil gain by Þe change
Sworde, pease, under one divine word
Pease and plenty, dust and ashe
Heart Inhuman¶
Quatern VIII
I.
By Þe crumbled gate a terrible choice wil come to be made
Þat to fire and ashe Þey wil consign Þe entire city
Come suddenly Þe terror wil be great
As to becloud Þe whole quality of Þe Sun
II.
Tears, cries and laments, howls, terror
Heart inhuman, cruel, black and chilly
A great realm wil be left desolat’d
Who wil want to put Þe innocent ones to Þe fire
III.
No pease agreed upon wil be kept
Þe serpent wil put to deaÞ every man
Inne pease and truce, interpret’d opposite Þeir meaning
He wil do much Þrough seductive means
IV.
Oh, what a hideous calamity draws near
Too late and boÞ Þe flowers wil be lost
Inne an instant a great scatter’d flame wil leap up
Þis deed wil be debat’d for a long time