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Alone, in the spectral light of the dawn

A hole in my soul

Bleeding from thousand wounds

Hopeless and torn

The tide has washed us away

The silent mutina burns

A nation melt in the snow

A dream of freedom gone

Alone, nothing is left to pray for

Rejected by the gods

Dying of thousand wounds

Nature speaks no more

The whirlwind blew us away

The silent mutina burns

The cruel drama unfolds

A dream of freedom gone

 

A figure stands expressionless

Among the corpses of his entire life

A story that will not be told

Ruins and misery lost in time

Violence, madness

So-called civilization

Abuse in the name of a republic built on tyranny

Genocide, destruction of a culture

This crime will be remembered as “pax romana”

The end of the boii