1941

Back in 1941 it was
When Heaven was put through hell upon this earth
The sky fell with a burning hatred on the ground
Martyrs, nameless to the harvest's scythe
And faceless heirs to devastation
Paint reality with streaks of flesh and blood
Never-ending tribulation even for the faithful

Lord, hear the cries of the slaughter
Genocide ranks supreme - final solution
Merciful?! Why won't you show them?
Don't you see your creations passing away?

Back in 1941 it was
This vision desensitized a nation
A fury ripped the world unimaginable

Are you what we deem as wrongful?
That star upon your jacket makes you guilty
Of being inferior to this society

Now the shadows of doubt are surfacing
Melancholy reigns; the pure are sent to die
Sacrificing themselves in your honor but
Belief conquers the pain that was not suffered in vain

Time passes, memories grow fainter
Promises sworn to keep are old and worn
The dust collects to form a cloud over the past
If we don't remember, history could be our future