Temple to the Art God - Gorod

I heed the warrior’s call

It’s time to act now

Let us cross the dagger and the rose

Let us form a holy miltia

To revive the nobility of mankind

Angels at our side

O Parsifal

Now let your trumpets blow

Here we restore

The cult of the ideal

In all its splendor

Religion became art to talk to the masses

Art shall turn into religion

To speak to the elite

O Parsifal

Now let your trumpets blow

Open the door of the temple

The temple to the Art-God

If the thinkers crystallize reflection

Come what may

Artists must glorify reality

Conquer

We have to conquer the city of light

Conquer

We might be few against many

But I can feel

But I can feel the angel’s breath

By our side

While some deride my exertions

I am the harbinger of a new religion

Beauty is the purpose

Art is the means

The only single rule to follow

Is the ideal

Angels are at our side

O Parsifal

Now let your trumpets blow

Here we restore

The cult of the ideal

In all its splendor

We shelter only what summons all perfections

The lordy rapture will survive

The piety of the past

O Parsifal

Now let your trumpets blow

Open the door of the temple

The temple to the Art-God