Listen, then. Hear the final prophecy, spoken to mortals and gods alike.

When winter comes,
a man shall be fated to become both the conqueror of the Sphinx
and the fallen one of Thebes.

When the wind stirs the blades of grass,
a lone god shall be there,
to guide the way and bless the journey.

When thunder crashes twice,
Hermes shall surely be there,
among all things upon the earth.

Along the path of Oedipus’s crossing,
toward the final ending of a tale
to be passed down through the countryside for generations.

Oedipus to thýma