Oh you, the beautiful angel
Show us your teachings
Of god and fate
Deprived of power and honor
And the first driven out wrongly
Far from civilization
Always beaten to the ground
You rise up again
You know all there is
The army of the underworld
An omniscient father
Make yourself free on your journey
Condemned and pursued
You guard the lepers
And show through love
the glory of Paradise
Satan vis miskum (?)
You who are in league with the dead
An old mistress
With bygone hopes
The old crazy woman
You give hope to the pariah
Peace and discipline
So he may judge the people
By his guillotine
And you who look after them
The precious pieces
The envious god holds
Hidden for fine jewelry
You know where they lie
You know the crevice
Where the tribes lurk
Twinkling metal
Satan vis visbiskum
Judgment teaches us misery
And for trust and meaning,
And the swirling sulphur
And saltpeter in union,
Which hold your dark Sluagh1
On the forehead of a Croeses2
A merciless tyrant
Is the light of a staff,
For all the forsaken.
Faith for the accomplice
And those by the gate of the dead
You are the father for those who
God shows disdain
A judgment drove you out
Of worldly paradise
1. Dark, haggard spirits said to be the manifestation of restless or unforgiven souls2. King of Lydia in the Iron Age, also refers to a rich person