Nostradamus - Almanac of 1566 lyrics

For the greatest ones d**h, loss of honor and violence, Professors of the faith, their estate and their sect: For the two great Churches diverse noise, decadence, Evil neighbors quarreling serfs of the Church without a head. Waste, great loss, and not without violence, All those of the faith, more for religion, The Greatest Ones will lose their lives, their honor and fortunes Both the two Churches, the sin in their faction. For the two very Great Ones pernicious loss to arise, The Greatest Ones will cause loss, goods, of honor, and of life, As much great noises will run, the urn very odious, Great maladies to be, meeting−house, ma** in envy. The servants of the Churches will betray their Lords, Of other Lords also by the undivided of the fields: Neighbors of meeting−house and ma** will quarrel amongst them, Rumors, noises to augment, to d**h are several lying. Of all blessings abundance, the earth will produce for us, No din of war in France, sedition put outside: Man−slayers, robbers one will find on the highway, Little faith, burning fever, people in commotion. Between people discord, brutal enmity, War, d**h of great Princes, several parts: Universal plague, stronger in the West, Times good and full, but very dry and exhausted. The grains not to be plentiful, in all other fruits, plenty, The Summer, spring humid, winter long, snow, ice: The East in arms, France reinforces herself, d**h of beasts much honey, the place to be besieged. Through pestilence and fire fruits of trees will perish, Signs of oil to abound. Father Denis not scarce: Some great ones to die, but few foreigners will sally forth in attack, Offense, Barbarian marines, and dangers at the frontiers. Rains very excessive, and of blessings abundance, The cattle price to be just, women outside of danger: Hail, rain, thunder: people depressed in France, Through d**h they will work, d**h to reprove people. Arms, plagues to cease, d**h of the seditious ones, Great Father Liber will not much abound: Evil ones will be seized by more malicious ones, France more than ever victorious will triumph. Up to this month the great drought will endure, For Italy and Provence all fruits to half: The Great One less of enemies prisoner of their band, For the scroungers, Pirates, and the enemy to die. The enemy so much to be feared to retire into Thrace, Leaving cries, howls, and pillage desolated: To leave noise on sea and land, religion murdered, Jovial Ones put on the road, every sect to become angry.