Hall of the Dead

Tomorrow's Sun will never shine again
Will not penetrate to the hall of the dead
Tomorrow's song will never sound again
Silence reigns in the hall of the dead

Sing a farewell song
Through a fierce everfrost
Not for what you once had
Not for what you have lost

Your last hymn to the winds
In the wasteland of bones
Living people will hear
Through the dumb
And cold stones
Stones!

Hall of the dead!
Longing for dead

When our hearts will grow
Like the scattered seeds
Through the withered soil
Like tenacious weeds

Our souls will ascend
Above sorrows and joys
To the halls of valor
Bypassing life's noise

When my heart will stop
Remember what I said
Don't ever cry for my soul
See you in the hall of the dead

Death is a blessing
It means that we lived
And it doesn't matter
What we believed

Your last hymn to the winds
In the wasteland of bones
Living people will hear
Through the dumb
And cold stones
Stones! Stones! Stones!

Hall of the dead!
Longing for dead

When our hearts will grow
Like the scattered seeds
Through the withered soil
Like tenacious weeds

Our souls will ascend
Above sorrows and joys
To the halls of valor
Bypassing life's noise