Is that the haunted house of the king

Where slaves were slaughtered to celebrate god's blessings?

Is that the palace where the king plotted to burn the soldiers houses?

All those slaves still cry in the air

All those soldiers sacrificed their lives to save the king's grace

They are the nameless and faceless mortals

Who have been written off the pages of history

History repeated history in cruel tongue banishing humanity from the soil

Has history ever told the true story of mankind?

Will history ever uphold the manifesto of the wretched?



Someday there will arrive the harbinger of the forgotten

He will rememember the untold stories of burns and ruins

The slaughtered slaves will come alive in thousands

They will repeat the history in a new verse

The history will be replicated on a new horizon

Humanity will smile on the faces of the forgotten

The forgotten history will be manifesto of the wretched

And the wretched will be the new pages of history.