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