These depthes hold forms not meant to be seen,
We saw them last and they killed our dream.
A castle torn assunder, broke were the walls;
A kingdom so mighty, yet destined to fall.
Gaze to the future, reawake our past;
Our forefathers past battles, were not their last.
Will they rise again? Only time shall tell,
But the story didn't end when they fell.
Oh give us sight. So we can see.
Where dwell the forces of our enemies.
Summon strength, gained through our pain,
Walk the lands where heroes were slain.
"The Sun went down when they died,
But death in battle is a warrior's pride.
A part of us died, as they did fall;
All because they heard their Fatherland call.
The trees in the forest, stand to this day,
The wind gently blows through the leaves.
As I listen the wind softly says,
'Remember dear warrior, the past still breathes'."