In the shadow of the factory

Where life and death entwine

The whispers of the workers

Echo through the halls of time

Among the fumes and powders

Lies a legacy of pain

The ghostly figures linger

In the factory of death's domain

Families torn asunder

By the poisons in the air

The cries of lost loved ones

Haunt those who still care

Can you see their faces?

Do you hear their plea?

In the silence of the night

They reach out to you and me

When the shift is over

And the machines grow still

The tales of the past linger

In the factory on the hill

Look into my eyes

See the stories they hold

In this Fabbrica di morte

Where the truth is told

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