Can you translate this for me?

The sun sets upon us at day’s sweet whisper
The follies of man fall into the darkness
The flowers of blackness cast the first hints of night
The soul penetrated by silence shakes
Is man alone at night?
Does god speak through the absence of light?

The swallows fall into them selves and the hounds call upon each other in mischief.
No longer shall the Child King claim dominion.
This is the land of our mother,
Of whom we are composed.


Watch as she heals from our inflictions
Watch as she cures our addictions,

As she swallows us up, an end to the Jester arise of the Queen.

Nature cures, darkness cools it’s heels upon the fiery coals of the unknown.
Man ceases to be as a new life begins.