Scars of gray
The grave heritage
Pain aches at the country's soul
A historical trauma to last forever
It harms our confidence still
A divided nation - not becoming one
An era of unique sickness
And obsolete ideas of an archaic mind
Vision of Megalomania - A perverse hierarchy
And countless hands stained with blood
Drunken dreams of a glorious age collapsed
Their souls died with their illusions
A nation's subtle suicide
Perfection, strength, glory
Heroic statues built on quicksand
A nightmare
Guilt and shame - to shape endless lives
Defeat, decay - to stab a nation's soul
Disgrace, regret - to trigger an endless
Process of purification
Shadows of the past
Leave to free us
Shadows of this darkest chapter
Stay forever - to remind us eternally
Vision of Megalomania - a perverse hierarchy
And countless hands stained with blood
Drunken dreams of a glorious age collapsed
Their souls died with their illusions
A nation's subtle suicide
Will these wounds ever heal?
Will the price be forgetfulness?
Scars of gray
The subliminal pain
