It is said that a spirit dwells within the ancient pedestal
When the abandoned Eine Krone sounds
It shall be as beautiful as the amount of sins

Emptiness lifted by a/my right hand; a Holy Grail filled with lies
Seizing the painted night; the nectar of death that cheated sin

Manipulating a bloodstained moon
Drinking up, lies are controlled

If the value of life were measured via death
Then let us pass on with proud smiles

At that keystone to final moments, we are light

The sins scattered like feathers
Rain down incessantly as waterdrops
Each prideful deposed body
Is completely enveloped; and passes away with the spirit

Educated deep into one’s body are admonishments to atone for the past
Searching for a true answer; time is dyed scarlet

The key that has rusted with it perplexes
Still [someone] remains asleep when [something is] prised open

Were the word-spirits of vows to cry out
Would the frozen gates melt as well?

At that keystone to final moments, we are light

O spirit who dances like a bird
Rain down as light
Each prideful deposed body
Is completely enveloped; souls crying out songs of prayer
There is bound to be a time when the songs are completely forgotten
I suppose they would then be smashed to pieces atop the green pedestal

The Eine Krone that has scattered like feathers
Rains down incessantly as waterdrops
Each prideful deposed body
Is completely enveloped; o spirit, return and bloom