| The silence falls down on the glory of men
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| No one remembers their names
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| Their faces got lost in the night
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| They lost their fame
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| Gone are the days when the world was in need
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| For someone stronger to acclaim
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| Guardians of destiny to save us from fear
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| They fell to ruin
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| The monuments raised in the squares everywhere
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| Are now forgotten for good
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| Who are those statues up there?
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| The marble is grey
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| The laurels have gone blown away by the wind
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| Their branches are covered with dust
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| Everything’s gone, their heroic deeds
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| All gone to rust
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| People walk and don’t even care
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| To read what writings on those walls may say
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| Carved in stone, those words were supposed to hail
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| Those heroes who now fell from grace
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| Those days are over no one seems to care
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| About all those men who once died
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| To give us the freedom to live
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| The freedom to forget
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| These supermen have begun their downfall
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| The same day they have reached the top
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| From camel to lion then a child
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| Now they are free
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| People walk and don’t even care
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| To read what writings on those walls may say
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| Carved in stone, those words were supposed to hail
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| Those heroes who now fell from grace |