"Here lies the bones of the
Most illustrious Michel de Nostradamus
The only one in judgement of
All mortals, worthy to write
With a pen most divine
Under the influence of stars
Of events [bad word] In the whole wile World
Posterity disturb not his repose"

"You won't touch my throat
With your filthy feet
Whether I'm dead or alive
Do not disturb my eternal peace
For one who does will die
He who drinks the wine from my scull
Will inherit all my power
But beware - the curse will fall upon you
And [bad word] your darkest hour"

In the times of 1791
During the French revolution
As the church of Salon tollet the bell
Seven soldiers were approaching
They were [bad word] from wine and victory
Marching their way home
When nature called an urgent stop
By the shadow
Of the dome

We were brothers in arms
With a mission in life
Standing on holy ground

But the church is just an implement
Of fear to push us round

"Under the oak lightning strikes in Cienne
Long centuries grabbed"

All in a flash of light ...

"Found shall die eye pierced by a spring
doomed by destiny stabbed"

With picks and shovels we broke the piece
Of the tombstone never dared
As the locals gathering in fear

(As the locals gathering in fear
To meet again our seer)

To meet again their seer
So I proposed a brazen toast
Drinking from his scull
I don't believe, I fear no ghost

(He don't believe,
He fears no ghost
Our legend is not dull)

Your legend is so dull

And Lord Mayor himself
Held his speech of rebuke
"Please, let the dead rest in peace"
Heard the prophet of Woe laugh and sing
"I gave you a fair warning"

"Under the oak lightning strikes in Cienne
Long centuries grabbed"

I warned you all ...

"Found shall die eye pierced by a spring
doomed by destiny stabbed"

And later on next morning
By the break of dawn
As the sun of grace revealed it's righteous face
To witness seven soldiers die
minor death just another stitch
In our violent history
To [bad word] my destiny

"Under the oak lightning strikes in Cienne
Long centuries grabbed"

All in a flash light ...

"Found shall die eye pierced by a spring
doomed by destiny stabbed"

I warned you all ...

"Under the oak lightning strikes in Cienne"
Long centuries grabbed"

I'll [bad word] you destiny

"Found shall die pierced by a spring"

Now I can see you're a
Part of me
legend proven [bad word] 
(Now we can see
He's a part of you)