Franz Pölzl - Silent heroes

silent heroes
so the muse is touching me again between the body and the soul
where the mind can soar in its depths
where beauty stands so clear and love raises no questions
then only the sword of wisdom can sort our heroes out
and shoo them away fingers pointing at us

and then our heroes silently on their way
nothing could be undone
except the eternity of a blinking eye
and still we look up to him
up to him that no hero has ever seen

dreams of mortal heroes astonished as we were
truly did we fathom what only the angels can see
and as the days began to vanish glowing in their last embers
did we find any truth or none the stakes were high

and then our heroes silently on their way
nothing could be undone
except the eternity of a blinking eye
and still we look up to him
up to him that no hero has ever seen