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

Chorus

Will these wounds ever heal?
Will the price be forgetfulness?

Scars of Gray
The subliminal pain