It’s been a long time since my german got any use so this isn’t going to be stellar, but these panels deserved even a poor translation (I mean I’m no xiuho) that I’ll gear more towards the feeling evoked than as literal a telling as possible.
The Moon hangs heavy and naked in the eastern sky(heavens).. and throws his cold, unreal iridescent light over the valley. No rotten smell of daffodils, no sick song of birds spoils the beautiful evening.
Blowing, rolling fog… in the ritual of the spring, and brought with it decay, devastation and death…
… erasing forever these lush, cancerous, creeping flowers and the warm sunshine, that falls in this perfect valley, on this perfect world…