«After years of torture, the war is over now
Our so called leaders found another path to go So I’m on my way back, to my homeland, to my friends
And I’m looking forward to see my wife and son again
Than I see some black smoke in the air
Where is my house, where is my land?
They say the ruins I’m standing on Are the graveyard of my son
Thunder in the silence
Our soldiers fought and died
Thunder in the silence
Our leader grew their might
Thunder in the silence
See the burning land
Thunder in the silence
I’m coming home again
I’m coming home again
They said we’d fight for glory
For our children to be free
But now that all is over, there is no one left to be
I’m standing on that wasteland
Under blackened trees
And below the ashes lies my family
And I still remember the day I left
When my little son stood up from bed
«Will we meet again?» with tears he asked
And I betrayed 'cause I said: «Yes!»
And what if all the ones I killed
Where the sons of a father like myself?
What will our children learn
When all their houses burn?
When the thunder fills the sky
And on the earth our children die
Than a man of true honor feels the pain
With his hands full of blood he is home again
A false king has told him lies
He lost his son, he lost his wife
He takes his sword for the last, casts his spell
And he judged all false leaders, than himself
What will our children learn
When all their houses burn?