The silence is kept in grave, in d**h we love each other Time comes when a worshipped soul swims in the bloody river And sorrow has always lived with me, since you suddenly left me Diotima, you were my love and ever shall be Alas, this d**h should be the last for the blessed and the honoured A hymn for the holy dead and for the further cry A hymn for her, she was the one who should have lived eternal Banished Souls! They could not see her in the true form Her dying in the hands of curse they just laughed they just smiled Now the hymn can't be read and yet to be any hymn You did to d**h, you did to life, thus she died she died She died Sinners they are, yet let me cry, let me-damned to fly You the freat, you cannot die, go up and angels shall get sly Diotima! you died taken my hopes, give me all sobs Left me grieving in shadows; my bride then be tears For her no fate is fulfilled, just being unjustly ruled Her eyes are yet to shine, hair reflects a light undied Life still there in her soul, not in her eyes That miserable soul imperishable due to akra**ias Old days within her blossoms in her eternal words I will always remember when you teach me how to die And the eldest one in which you seem to me as if you were a form I learned the form of love in you, all alive all alive tonight I sense the light reflecting from a youless fate And I shall not forget the old days full of Yous