their shadows burnt into the walls,
so many lives reduced to ashes,
so many homes razed to the ground,
a shine like from a thousands suns...

betrayed by their proud leaders,
and executed by atrocious enemies,
so many homes, so many lives,
a silent sense of guilt should rise...

a thousand books all full with with vindications,
wsimple explanations and coloured declarations,
wwhere silent sense of guilt should rise,
wbut a victor's story cannot lie...

betrayed by their proud leaders,
so many homes, so many lives,
a silent sense of guilt,
should rise...

one modest truth they teach their children,
a victor's story, it cannot lie...

see these branded generations,
hear, their bells are tolling,
hear, hear them calling...

betrayed by their proud leaders,
and executed by atrocious enemies,
so many homes, so many lives,
a silent sense of guilt should rise...