A tempestuous fiend of orange hue shall grasp, the Crown of the West. And he shall overcome the ailing witch, whose treacherous messages vanish in the ether. I foresee that this is the best prophecy, so true. All shall say so, that I have the best prophecies - Michel de Nostradamus prophesizes the best, and all else are wrong. Wrong. They lie so much. They lie that I called him a tempestuous fiend of orange hue; That never happened. And all wise men shall check: They shall go back and check, and see that I never said it.