The silence is kept in grave, in death we love each other
Time comes when a worshipped soul swims in the the bloody river
And sorrow has always lived with me, since you suddenly left me
Diotima, you were my love and ever shall be
Alas, this death should be the last for the blessed and the honoured
A hymn for the holy dead and for the further cry
A hymn for her, she was the one who should have lived eternal

Banished souls!they could not see her in the true form
Her dying in the hands of curse they just laughed they just smiled
Now the hymn can't be read and yet to be any hymn
You did to death, you did to life, thus she died she died
She died

Sinners the are, let me cry, let me-damned to fly
You the great, you cannot die, go up and angels shall get sly
Diotima!you died taken my hopes, given me all sobs
Left me grieving in shadows; my bride then be tears

For her no fate is fulfilled, just being unjustly ruled
Her eyes are yet to shine, hair reflects a light undied
Life still there in her soul, not in her eyes
That miserable soul imperishable due to akrassias

Old days within her blossoms in her eternal words
I will always remember when you teach me how to die
And the eldest one in which you seem to me as if you were a form
I learned the form of love in you, all alive all alive,

Tonight i sense the light reflecting from a youless fate
And i shall not forget the old days full of yous