A faded photo on a wooden shelf
Smearing in your face
Unlike the memory of a little boy
From what you call the good old days
The bitter taste of war
The smell of wet concrete walls
And still you count your cries at night
You try to analyze
The solar sun puts shine
It throws the shadows of the past
Eternally the torment lasts
The solar sun puts shine
You trace the contours of a union
Where only greed survives
Convicted by the mass you count your cause
With head held high
With victims at your feet
The mission now must proceed
There is a hurt you cause yourself
Afraid to understand
The solar sun puts shine
It throws the shadows of the past
And evermore the cross will burn
The solar sun puts shine
Alone again, but yet not quite so sure
Watch it coming, watch it coming, watch it coming
The solar sun puts shine
It throws the shadows of the past
Eternally the torment lasts
The solar sun puts shine
The solar sun puts shine
It throws the shadows of the past
And evermore the cross will burn
The solar sun puts shine
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