Origin of a Crystal Soul [English translation]

As dawn is weaving between fallen autumn leaves

The poor ones gather under naked trees

Asking how to survive, 'cause the winter breaks

And medieval coldness now from a deep sleep awakes

Deliver me Lord from eternal death on that dreadful day

It's December, 14th 1503, as the ones above stop their mourning

As the one arrived - selected to foresee - something changed without a warning!

(Deliver me Lord from eternal death on that dreadful day)

He was born in the Christian God's time

A boy, so the legend goes, with the creator's abilities

To see what is to be, secretly, and undetected

For the one with a heretic's reputation would be publicly burned

The hand, that, reaching out for beauty, is bleeding from the rose's thorn

The drive of human avarice, punished by the wrath of God

He, the mirror of your soul, feels the sorrow, the misery, the grief

He, the bearer of this name: Michael of Our Lady