Translation of the song lyrics Origin of a Crystal Soul - Haggard

Origin of a Crystal Soul (original)

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
Libera me domine de morte, aetema in die illa tremenda
It’s December, 14th 1503, as the ones above stop their mourning
As the one arrived — selected to foresee — something changed without a warning!
(Libera me domine de morte, aetema in die illa tremenda)
Es ward geboren in des Christengottes Zeit
Ein Bub — so die Legende — mit des Schöpfers Fähigkeit
Zu sehen, was sein wird, im Verborgenen, unerkannt
Denn der mit dem Leumund des Ketzers würd öffentlich verbrannt
Die Hand, die — geifend nach dem Schönen — blutet von der Rose Dorn
Der Trieb der Menschen Habgier, bestraft durch Gottes Zorn
Er, der Spiegel eurer Seele, spürt die Trauer, Kummer, Gram
Er, der Träger dieses Namens: Michael de Notre Dame

Origin of a Crystal Soul (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
Libera me domine de morte, aetema in die illa tremenda
It's December, 14th 1503, as the ones above stop their mourning
As the one arrived — selected to foresee — something changed without a warning!
(Libera me domine de morte, aetema in die illa tremenda)
It was born in the time of the Christian God
A boy - so the legend - with the Creator's ability
To see what will be, in secret, unrecognized
For he who has the reputation of a heretic would be publicly burned
The hand that thirsts for beauty bleeds from the thorn of the rose
Man's instinct for 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