Their shadows burnt into the walls
So many lives reduced to ashes
So many homes razed to the ground
shine like from a thousands suns

Betrayed by their proud leaders
And executed by atrocious enemies
So many homes, so many lives
silent sense of guilt should rise

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 [bad word] 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