Time seems like the clock stood still
When the clarion sounded from uphill
The hero returned in a floral casket
Preceding the sound of a firing musket
Oh, listen! To the resonating voice of eternal silence.
The dream, oh little one is over

The sands of time has come to an end
The gentle hand of destiny is calling

We'll sing your songs of victory
Nothing will ever be a mystery
We'll sing your songs of bravery
Echoing over the hills and far beyond
For the start of a new beginning is here.

Shame to be always wanting more
This pain we felt like never before.
While our hearts soaked in sorrow
Fearing the loneliness of tomorrow
Now all we hear is the deafening silence.