Their shadows burnt into the walls
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So many lives reduced to ashes
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So many homes razed to the ground
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A shine like from a thousands suns
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Betrayed by their proud leaders
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And executed by atrocious enemies
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So many homes, so many lives
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A silent sense of guilt should rise
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A thousand books all full with with vindications
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Simple explanations and coloured declarations
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Where silent sense of guilt should rise
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But a victor's story cannot lie
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One modest truth they teach their children
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Again, a victor's story, it cannot lie
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See these branded generations
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Hear, their bells are tolling
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Hear, hear them calling
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Like A Thousand Suns
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| Heaven Shall Burn |
