Trotha!
His name was Trotha, never forgive, never forget!
This irate oath we carry in our darkened hearts forever
A march into damnation
Peregrination towards the open gates of hell
Our fathers' blood ran down the waterberg, our mothers' cries
They died away in endless deserts
Under a radiant sun an azure skies
We died a wretched death under their bright eyes
These few survivors scarred for life
Damned generations to follow
Tell me will you ever pay the price
Breaking the silence at last
No more hiding the truth
Fallen from your doubtful grace
An invocation of the beginning of your end
Our fathers' blood ran down the waterberg, our mothers' cries
They died away
Imploring remorseless oppressors
These few survivors scarred for life
Damned generations to follow
Tell me will you ever pay the price
Breaking the silence at last
The shadows of this genocide
Eclipse my haunted soul forever
Your empty words to regret, deriding the dead
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