| Song | In the Heart of Europe |
| Artist | L'Âme Immortelle |
| Album | Wenn der Letzte Schatten Fällt |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Rainer | |
| 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. | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Everybody's just consuming | |
| What the media's dictating | |
| And they all have just 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 |
| zuo qu : Rainer | |
| 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. | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Everybody' s just consuming | |
| What the media' s dictating | |
| And they all have just 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Rainer | |
| 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. | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Everybody' s just consuming | |
| What the media' s dictating | |
| And they all have just 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 |