"Three branches will become one
An island will drift away
A killing bolt will shine in the night but will not kill
The star will gorge itself on clay
Idols will speak and move about
>The BLACK FLAG will fly above the dome
The belly of the dragon will drip water
Two voices will call out in a silence that all will hear
>A rock will stand on seven hills.
The raven will starve:
The bear will leave its cave forever:
>The rod and the ring will strike"