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
Simple explanations and coloured declarations
Where silent sense of guilt should rise
But a victor's story cannot lie
One modest truth they teach their children
Again, a victor's story, it cannot lie
See these branded generations
Hear, their bells are tolling
Hear, hear them calling