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