Upon the fields where valor bled and died,
The earth now sleeps, with memory at its side.
O noble souls, your deeds are not in vain,
For in our hearts, your names shall still remain.
The cry of battle stirs no more the air,
Yet in our thoughts, your courage lingers there.
Where once you stood, with sword and shield in hand,
We see the trace of glory on the land.
Like mournful winds that sweep the twilight plain,
Your voices call us through the ages’ chain.
What strength you gave, what light you left behind,
Shall ever guide the weary human mind.
For though you fell, your spirit soars on high,
In deathless halls where timeless heroes lie.
No storm can shake the truth your blood has sealed,
Nor can the grave erase the fields you healed.
So let the bells ring out with solemn grace,
To honor all who sought a higher place.