Seine Straßen [English translation]

You’re having celebrations on the streets

Approved by wrong instances

Are you really still making fun of it?

Are you ready for the last dance?

Your sympathy is kept within reasonable limits

Your eyes are missing every blaze

The death comes even after a few *

Run for your lives, but who can

They are His streets, ever since

His streets from the mountains to the sea

His ways, because the Lord guides His army

And your badly built paths

Make it difficult for the throne wagon

Nobody will bind me to the deathbed

I will clear streets and even ways I will lay open

Until His streets will coil around the highest mountain

no dying and no pain will be over

The times of remission are over

Over are the days, that have been counted

Manage the movement to the aim of the exaltation

for the one, for the one who misses it

Ways, that for us are our streets

Mountains melt underneath His feet...

Superior is He, beyond all measure

You have to search for Him, because maybe it is you

the one He needs, to build His streets

the one He needs to increase His army

We can only (trust) a few, only trust a few

We don't have to wait much longer