I saw the words on an ancient abandoned wall.

"Nigel, I think I found something," I called out.

He came over out of breath with a look of curiosity and exhaustion.

What was said on the wall was:

"Through our seed,

Will be born the Piercer,

Who will end our torment,

And bring forth peace.

He shall be born,

While the mountains cry,

And the clouds crash.

And with his own hands,

Will bring down the Bull that Stood"