Werckmeister (EN)

Do you know the death without being dead?
In silent night, and all alone?
You want to scream
But you know
There is no one
To set you free

All is quiet around you
Only inside you, ghosts are walking
You want to scream
But you know
No one is there
To set you free

The Werckmeister was wrong
For every sense rotates
In spirals, not in circles
I will prove it
Every vibrating note
Contains the entire cosmos
You only have to split it up
To get the dimensions
The ratios lead into infinity
They just get smaller and smaller
But still you can hear them all
If you let them resound
And vibrate without a beat
You will realise how crudely
The master has deceived us
The Werckmeister was wrong
And has confused the whole world
We have simply accepted
That impurity is reigning
But I have corrected
What was not in harmony
And have only played
What really correlates
Nothing is tempered
Nothing disturbs our sense of harmony
So I have fixed
That which did not work
The Werckmeister was wrong
For every sense rotates
In spirals not circles
I do not need to prove it