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

Free me, Lord, from eternal death on that terrible 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!

(Free me, Lord, from eternal death on that terrible day)

In the time of the Christian god a boy

was born - according to legend - with the creator's ability

to see what will be, in the hidden, unrecognized

Because he with the reputation of a heretic would be burned publicly

The hand, which - grasping for the beautiful - bleeds from the thorn of the rose

The human drive of greed, punished by god's wrath

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

He, the bearer of this name: Michael de Notre Dame