After so many centuries
It is not forgotten what has happened
All this mass hysteria, all that phobia
And what has changed about it
Are we now immune against this madness?
So much think the same, I would guess

I can still recall the echoes of the cries
And the traces all around
Fade in the afterglow

Behind the fire's light
Wait the shadows of the night
Fade in the afterglow

Why is it that we always
Try to make somebody pay for misfortune
For our fears and for all our mistakes, we
Always forget the victims
All the legions we have sent to the slaughter
As if life means nothing we still play God

I can still recall the echoes of the cries
And the traces all around
Fade in the afterglow

Behind the fire's light
Wait the shadows of the night
Fade in the afterglow

Out of the darkness, back into the light
It seems we still feel their pain
After so many years there's still a memory
Maybe they died not in vain

There, behind the fire's light