Origin of a crystal soul

As dawn is weaving between fallen autumn leaves The poor ones gather under naked trees Asking how to survive, 'cause the winter breaks And medieval coldness now from a deep sleep awakes Libera me domine de morte, aetema in die illa tremenda [Free me oh Lord from the death, in the terrible day of it] It's December, 14th 1503, as the ones above stop their mourning As the one arrived - selected to foresee - something changed without a warning! (Libera me domine de morte, aetema in die illa tremenda) [Free me oh Lord from the death, in the terrible day of it] Es war geboren in des Christengottes Zeit [It was born in the time of Christ the God] Ein Bub - so die Legende - mit des Sch