Threnody to Berlin

Oh the fall of Berlin, where the banners once did soar

Chancellor's dreams now lie broken on the floor

In the ruins of a vision, where the bright have turned to grey

We remember the lost voices, in the silence of decay

With dreams of blood and soil, they rose against the light

But the echoes of their glory turned to ashes in the night

So let us sing a threnody for dreams that turned to dust,

For the hearts that beat with fervor now lost in shadows' trust