L'Ame Immortelle
In The Heart Of Europe
Our landscape raped by different armies Soldiers, slaves who have no faces Control our ways and lives completely Our minds are torn, time left it's traces Controlled by screens and letters That point out assimilation To trends and movements from outside Fall victim to this infiltration Everybody's just consuming What the media's dictating And they all have forgot The joy that is to creating Here in the heart of Europe No one stands up proud no more Here in the heart of Europe Our culture is a dying whore No room for individuality Grey masses who think one way only More like robots through the streets In our thinking we stand lonely Once a land of art and culture Now slave to streams from outside Our nation's culture, doomed and dying Like a candle's fading light.
From Letras Mania