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
A victor's story cannot, it can not 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