At sunrise a great fire will be seen,
noise and light extending towards the north.
Within the globe death and cries are heard,
death awaiting them through weapons, fire and famine.
Soleil levant un grand feu l' on verra,
Bruit & clarté vers Aquilon tendants:
Dedans le rond mort & cris l' on orra,
Par glaive, feu, faim mort las attendants.
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