Scars Of Gray - Neaera

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

Drunken dreams of a glorious age collapsed

Their souls died with their illusions

A nation’s subtle suicide

Will these wounds ever heal?

Will the price be forgetfulness?

Scars of gray

The subliminal pain