Si mort à mors [English translation]

If the dull grey mornings start to colour

And they gain a tinge in the fading of the night

Dim tomorrows will come

Golden centuries will return, a hundred times thousand, and a thousand dawns more

If dead at last the duchess, noble lady

When nothing but corpse dust remains

May her golden-lined heart sleep

Golden centuries will return, a hundred times thousand, and a thousand dawns more

If the feasting kings lie dying

If their prisons are bottomless cages

May the hour of escape come

Golden centuries will return, a hundred times thousand, and a thousand dawns more

If dead at last ...

If a thousand suns of metal take flight

Ten thousand crystal suns work wonders

May come the vermillion lights

Golden centuries will return, a hundred times thousand, and a thousand dawns more

If dead at last ...

When a thousand brigands divide the highest bid

Ten thousand children make silver from the streams

May come the safran blooms

Golden centuries will return, a hundred times thousand, and a thousand dawns more