Idioma Origen:
Their shadows burnt into the walls
So many lives reduced to ashes
So many homes raised 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 silence sense of guilt should rise
A thousand books all full of vindications
Simple explanations and coloured declarations
Where silent sense of guilt should rise
But a victor's story can not lie
One modest truth they teach their children
Again, a victor's story, 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 silence sense of guilt should rise
Idioma Destino:
Their shadows burnt into the walls
So many lives reduced to ashes
So many homes raised 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 silence sense of guilt should rise
A thousand books all full of vindications
Simple explanations and coloured declarations
Where silent sense of guilt should rise
But a victor's story can not lie
One modest truth they teach their children
Again, a victor's story, 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 silence sense of guilt should rise