Let Them Be Told, Let Them Be Told.
To my darling,
Incense, a gravestone and white stargazer lilies;
But no moon in your night-sky,
Dark, only red stones falling.
A flower goddess who can't see colour,
May it be the sun's too harsh to you,
May it be the stars are falling on you,
The very stars you pray on,
A tree so old, so beautiful, sacred,
One by one her leaves fall,
One by one their tales are told,
Tales of the sons of the soil,
Tales of heroes,
Tales of hope,
They will forever remain sacred in our hearts,
And we shall live to remember,
The anguish in our black chests,
The grief in our black minds,
We shall remember, forever,
We shall remember.
The heroes of our dignity,
Dreamers from the stars,
Let their tales be written in golden ink,
Let them be whispered to the ones unborn,
Let them be told to the weak,
Let them be told to the strong,
Let them be told today,
Let them be told tomorrow,
Let them be told, let them be told.