I well can remember the Days when all the great old Ones died…
When they had preached us decay, I know, it had not been lied…
But what they did not know living is a Rule most refuse to obey:
Only the one who keeps giving will be rewarded at the End of this Play!
I rise up my Horn to salute thee, great Women and Men of the Past…
To Me, it seems like a Tragedy, that the good Ones always pass so fast…
But now there is no Time for Mourning, all the tears have been cried,
Your Corpses lordly were burning to enlighten the Black of the Night…
We saw the Fires and listened to the Teaching of this Melody
The Fire in Our Eyes glistened, and it turned out so obviously:
If You want to become, You have already to be!
So Sisters and Brothers believe Me – We are all eternal tonight!
Do not cramp your Wings anxiously, there will be no Fall in our Flight!
WHERE THE UNLAWFUL DIES, THE RIGHTEOUS WILL RISE!
NEVER FEAR WHAT FAITHLESS CALL END! WE WILL NOT DIE, WE WILL ASCEND!
Now in these Days of the hard test, where the Meal has a so bitter Taste
even the Scholar must confess that Effort seems like a Waste.
The Traditionalist tends to look on all Forms of Change as a Loss
but sometimes Change is a Cauldron, that is fired with the Wood of a Cross!
LET US DELIVER THIS FIRE, INSTEAD OF WORSHIPPING ASH!
LET US DELIVER DESIRE – WITH SUGAR TO SOME, TO SOME WITH THE LASH!
And when the Defeatists come up with their persisting blind Sermon of Fear
tell them: We soon will become Myth, for the Day of Ascension is near!
WHERE THE UNLAWFUL DIES, THE RIGHTEOUS WILL RISE
NEVER FEAR WHAT FAITHLESS CALL END. WE WILL NOT DIE, WE WILL ASCEND!
What We cannot see with Eyes anymore, what seems to have fallen astray,
has landed on a distant but Home Shore where the Glance of the Soul will dawn a new Day!

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN