Stately columns standing in solemn rows   Such empty honours are suitable for those   Whose death erases all renown and fame   And vanquishes their glory with their name      Wandering aimlessly through dead filled fields   Rewards are just, who knows what absence yields?      By the golden beauty of dusk   and the sun low in our sky   By the haunting shadows of trees   and graves, mesmerized am I.      Searching deep inside trying to reach my dreams   I see a face stare back at me... oh, so serene.      By the golden beauty of dusk   and the sun low in our sky   By the haunting shadows of trees   and graves, mesmerized am I.      Those whispering shades... sad, silent glades      But not for those whose superior worth   After death extols them to the earth   I would even venture to assume   That one need not build for them a tomb   By human art, since glory heaven sent   Serves them as a living monument      Pain is a far away land,   Misery, a lifetime's journey...   ...and I lust for death (judgement).