They sing without tongues, a voiceless hymn
Echoing softly in halls grown dim
Their faces blurred like melting wax
Lost between the past and facts

They gather where the cold wind moans
Among the graves, beneath the stones
The world forgets, the earth moves on
Yet their requiem is never gone

No light will cut the growing shade
No hands will lift the debts unpaid
The silent choir sings in vain
A hymn composed of dust and pain