Their shadows burnt into the walls
So many lives reduced to ashes
So many homes raised 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 silence sense of guilt should rise
A thousand books all full of vindications
Simple explanations and coloured declarations
Where silent sense of guilt should rise
But a victor's story can not lie
One modest truth they teach their children
Again, a victor's story, it can not lie!
See these branded generations
Hear, their bells are tolling
Hear, hear them calling
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