Standing still

Through the ages,

Throwing shadows

To the lowlands,

Standing tall

When the winds blow,

Lonely white idols

Rust on pedestals.



The solitude kills

Even the immortal ones.

When will they regain their powers?

When will they be strong again?



Heroic times which past

Worshiped them.

Why should gods of sadness

Undermine their strength?

Lonely white idols!

Lonely white idols!

Too fair to doubt the fate,

Too proud to face the hate!