In the Heart of Europe - L'âme Immortelle

Our landscape raped by different armies

Soldiers, slaves who have no faces

Control our ways and lives completely

Our minds are torn, time left its traces

Controlled by TV screens and letters

That point out assimilation

To trends and movements from outside

Fall victim to this infiltration

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 nations culture, doomed and dying

Like a candle’s fading light.

Our landscape raped by different armies

Soldiers, slaves who have no faces

Control our ways and lives completely

Our minds are torn, time left its traces