Like a velvet queen, you're standing tall,
proudly nodding, aware of your call.
Deeply crimson and brightly red,
You symbolize the merging of life and of death.

Heroically you endure terrible odds,
Precious as you are, the favourite of gods.
Slaves of grain and seeds of weed,
Have no part in the wisdom you seek.

When you are the last one to stand,
When destruction rules over man and land:
Remember that you were given the task,
To answer all questions ever asked.

About how mankind played dice with the world.
About how we were in oblivion hurled.
About how we failed to take care of the globe.
About how everyone lost all hope.

When destruction time has been and gone,
When nothing is left to be undone,
When no sign of life in the ruins is seen:
As a promise to a new world stands The Velvet Queen.