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"It is the truth we seek", they proclaim

as the innocent blood is washed away

They'd find the language in their need

and toy with the folly of the many

They'd pick the words between the lines

And come to believe their own lies

in the presence of truth, they'd hesitate

to lock gazes - right here with the eyes

of the mother, of the father, and of the child

"Mother, why? O Mother, why?

Isn't this the truth they've wished to find?

What clearer verity than that within the eyes

of faces ravaged by the warring plight?"

Listen to the cries of the orphaned

And see the charred corpses of decency slaughtered!

O silent people from the heavenly splendor!

Deny us of our promised respite!

"Vous êtes dans le malheur

Le repentir pour le mal des l'ancêtres

Privé de la lumière de Dieu

Les enfants d'un monde mort"

By sins of yore we are burdened

To carry crosses, of ruined generations

and to our next of kin we pass this poison

I call upon the spirits of perished fathers

Of violated mothers, of stillborn brothers and sisters

I am the offspring of a damned kind

Doomed from birth, decaying from the inside

My heritage is one of regret

No future, no hope, no solace!