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 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