Deserted heroes

The silent tombs

The silent night

Meets in silence

Before the morn wakes

Lights not above

Their gentle glowing wings

Hover around the grasses to see

Eyes without bodies

Sounds within their abodes

And on the streets

The least step unclear

The silent trees

The silent night

Meets to whisper

Into time indefinite

Its leaves stay behind

Unwritten tales

Unsaid ballads

Of the great celebrated heroes

All to tell

Who alone

In their silent and icy graves

Will soon wish the morn to wake

Statues in front of tombs

Full of tears overflowing

Tears that speak not to dead souls

But resurrected souls

Even from afar

Decorated tombs

Engraved black star in gold

The pleasant greens and their fragrance

On the reddish floor

Which the far and near

Praised and hailed

Yet they stand here

With the silent tombs alone

The silent night

Under the watching sky

Full of the breezes

To meet in silence

Before the morn wakes.