Sit down soldier and look at the sky
The sun is drowing beyond the mountain
Its blood is painting dales and meadow
The far horizon and all the lights
Look down soldier at that grass-blade
Curved and stained with your blood
Look at reflections of the sunbeams
Over arms and shields from far away

Twilight now is looking like
Swords and axes of the warriors
Before aimed at the sky
Then blowing with hate and striking down
And now you can see their bodies
Just so cold as all their white stones
They said: It is for an ideal!
But you're not able to remember

You think again about your castle
Songs, musicians, dances and laughters
All destroyed by the rage
Swords and death, shields and warriors
Sit down soldier and look at the sky
Here with you the darkness is coming
You can never, never forget
This dying light beyond the mountain