Great star, your happiness is to shine for us

We bless you for this, my eagle and my snake

I am a prophet of the Thunder, the heavy drop from the clouds



This thunder is me, the overman, of the eternal return, the Mentor



And the devil once told me:

Even God has his own Hell, because of his love for the human



God is dead!

God is dead!

God is dead!

For his mercy for man



The great empire of man

The one-thousand-year-old kingdom of the overman

Beggars go away, we don't want you

They left far away laming

Now that god lies in his grave, he rots

Now the superior human

Becomes master



What I disdain makes me hope

I enjoy inside me my great sin like it is my biggest comfort

I am not the light for the time being

I will blind them with the thunder of my wisdom



You great star, deep of happiness

My eagle has awaken, as I honor the sun

Our fingernails are reaching out for the new light

The lion has come; my children are by my side

The time has come