On the eastern wall of the hall of fame
Silent and proud, a white rose stands
Waiting for rain, facing the wind, planted by an Elfin hand
For so many years she has been standing there
She's the curse of a single tear
And if she could as much as utter a word
This is what they would hear
Behold the dawn of a million souls, when the sun rises in its brilliant gold
The glory and pride touch not the faithful dead- they'll always be there
Far away, on the shore, beneath the starlight
A statue is standing there, guarding the strand
Flesh's her heart, silver's her hair, she's holding the hero's lance
Between her brows you can still see the sign
The last farewell she got from the last of her knights
Silently she launched a thousand ships out
Unable to say goodbye
And if she can see one of them return, she'll tell him what she has learned of the truth
That the glory and pride touch not the faithful dead- they'll always be there
For good or for a lie, lives have gone
Sacrificed for something that they don't know
For the dawn of a million souls
Upon the tombstones, the light glows bright red
It laughs at the rose, mocking the dead
The prices you paid for your so-called, honor
Were freedom, and the love of others
And what did you get when camest the end
But a dawn of a million souls