There are ghosts of warriors 
That have fallen here many years ago. 
Today they live yet near the walls, where they have died. 
Kings promised them that they will revive, 
But now they store memory of this war for a long time. 

Every day they wait a sunrise. 
Their spirit do not know a rest. 
Fire burning in their eyes 
They blind. 

And now many years they wander in these places, 
Don't have a rest, doomed for long torments. 

God forgive them.