Woe to you, you Pharisees, protectors of the law
You bind heavy burdens grievous to be borne
You claim yourself to be pure but you are full of dirt
Your shining splendid garments cover a depraved heart
Woe to you, you fools and blind, hypocrites of veil
You shut the doors to paradise and open gates of hell
To make someone your follower you compass sea and land
The flood of life will soon blow up your grave build upon sand
Me and you too, we also shine, hidden trashhearts rott in secret
Adulteration in our lives (guides) decay perish disintegrates
We claim ourselves to be the gods but we all have to die
Blossom men with opened eyes of self-rule is a lie!
All hidden things that are reproved are made manifest by the light
Awaken sleeper arise from the dead,
In the night Christ gives thee light
Those who were baptized into Christ are baptized into his death
We are buried with him by baptism for we are hid and dead
Interludium: (outside blossom, inside decay – impurity hides secretly)
Christ was raised up from the dead he's the first born of the dead
Our life is hid with Christ in God (so shall) we rise immaculate
How shall we, that are now dead to sin, live any longer there
Our impure graves are empty adorned by the cross that he did bear