Abendland [English translation]

Our Father who art in heaven

Do you still look down on us

Or do you sleep, undutiful,

Tired from the huge deed?

Our Father who art in heaven

Everything is caught in a free fall

Your creation is spoiled

Mischief lurks everywhere

The dying peoples have become tired

Infatuated by incense and sweet chants

Their hope disappears that they could still resurge

The song of the prophets resounds unheard

Our Father who art in heaven

For just a few silver coins

Your son is given away once again

Misery can be found everywhere in your world

Our Father who art in heaven

How long do you think you hav etime

The old wheel still spins slowly

But the standstill is not far

The dying people have become tired

...

Our Father who art in heaven

Soon it will be over

Your land dreams itself over the abyss

Right into oblivion. The dying people have become tired ...