Their shadows burnt into the walls So many lives reduced to ashes So many homes razed to the ground A shine like from a thousand 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 of vindications Simple explanations, coloured declarations
Where silent sense of guilt should rise But 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 Again, a victor's story cannot, it can not lie! See these branded generations Hear, their bells are tolling Hear, hear them calling