In The Heart of Europe

Our landscape raped by different armies
Soldiers, slaves who have no faces
Control our ways and [bad word] Our minds are torn, time left it's traces
Here in the heart of Europe
No one stands up proud no more
Here in the heart of Europe
Our culture is a dying [bad word] 
Controlled by screens and letters
That point out assimilation
To trends and movements from outside
Fall victim to this infiltration
No room for individuality
Grey masses who think one way only
More like robots through the streets
In our thinking we stand lonely

Everybody's just consuming
What the media's dictating
And they all have forgot
The joy that is to creating
Once a land of art and culture
Now slave to streams from outside
Our nation's culture, doomed and dying