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 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