Woe to the perjured nation, for whose sake the renowned city shall come to ruin. The ships shall rejoice at so great an augmentation, and one shall be made of two. It shall be rebuilt by Eric, loaden with apples, to the smell whereof the birds of several woods shall flock together. He shall add to it a vast palace, and wall it around with six hundred towers. Therefore shall London envy it, and triply increase her walls. The river Thames shall encompass it round, and the frame of the work shall pass beyond the Alps. Eric shall hide his apples within it, and shall make subterranean passages. At that them the stones shall speak, and the sea towards the Gallic coast be contrasted into a narrow space. On each bank shall one man hear another, and the soil of the island shall be enlarged. The secrets of the deep shall be revealed, and Gaul shall tremble for fear. After these things shall come a hern from the forest of Aclaterium, which shall fly round the island for two years together…. (Monmouth)
Geoffrey of Monmouth's history of the Kings of England.
The earliest one to appear was probably the Prophetiae Merlini (Prophecies of Merlin), which he wrote at some point before 1135, and which appears both independently and incorporated into the Historia Regum Britanniae. It consists of a series of obscure prophetic utterances attributed to Merlin, which Geoffrey claimed to have translated from an unspecified language. In this work Geoffrey drew from the established Welsh tradition of prophetic writing attributed to the sage Myrddin, though his knowledge of Myrddin's story at this stage in his career appears to have been slight.[6] Many of its prophecies referring to historical and political events up to Geoffrey's lifetime can be identified – for example, the sinking of the White Ship in 1120, when William Adelin, son of Henry I, died.[2]
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geoffrey_of_MonmouthVery similar to the Book of Mormon, but written better.
Here is something for the people who are attracted to the topic:
http://www.sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/vm/vmlat.htmWoops!!
Merlin called his companions out from the battle and bade them bury the brothers in a richly coloured chapel; and he bewailed the men and did not cease to pour out laments, and he strewed dust on his hair and rent his garments, and prostrate on the ground rolled now hither and now thither. Peredur strove to console him and so did the nobles and princes, but he would not be comforted nor put up with their beseeching words. He had now lamented for three whole days and had refused food, so great was the grief that consumed him.
Here we see a conflation of characters: Merlin as both Coriantumr and Ether