To erase three generations. To slaugther millions of dreams. A monument of 

suffering. Build from human flesh. A world taken away from ever. Existence 

turns to ashes. How many poets dies, how many books. Were never written, so 

many songs we'll. Never hear, so many friends we'll never neet. No anwser to 

find. No killers left to charges. Wash from hands in innocence. Our crime is 

called forgetting. Just one bloodshed in history. But our shame for ever.