He throws the evil priest, down to the castle vault
"Time of your cross is gone!", his triumphant shout
Afterwards he kneels, before his left hand path
Casting his gaze, to monsalvat again!

Flowery maids will dance, enchanted by his spell
Strong, wicked embrace, will light their soul afire
Inside these stone walls, strange passion rules
Inverted feelings boil, as klingsor plays his tunes!

"I turned my back to world, amen!
So gift of dark foresight can flourish again!"

Satisfy me, rose of hell - before that damned pure fool
I trust in you, first sorceress - part of my blood is yours
Whom do you serve? I've never learned!
Your guilt and shame! - are blind man's faith!

Piercing the side of christ - the spear of destiny!

Wanton girls and magic runes, commanded from these heights
Chastity's an open wound, yet there's still no sleep tonight
Knights in their shiny shields, bringing fierce new times
Polished sound of modern steel. It mocks my ancient rites!

That spear is mine, that bears your sign!
You swore in name of false prophet!

Wounding the failed king - the spear of destiny!