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• Artiste: Epica
• Titre: Dancing In A Gypsy Camp
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We are forced to live in silence Eating dust and breathing violence Keeping all the suffering within Let me be the one to hold you Trying hard, remaining hopeful Making sure your heart is free of sin In mother's scorn Blood was born Where we belong Our nation's torn Passage gone A war unknown to us all See the rays of light dance in hurricanes The essence of our life held within cruel chains Come and see the day's unsolved history The mirrors in the eyes are reflecting the fear We can't hide cruel commands We will see their last stand From the heart where we belong We are blind to the wasteland beyond Waiting to see your conviction Swallowing proud premonitions Clinging onto hope that slowly dies Standing in the ruins of nature Caused by forces born from danger Cleaning hands where virtues live on ice In mother's scorn Blood was born A war unknown to us all See the rays of light dance in hurricanes The essence of our lives held within cruel chains Come and see the day's unsolved history The mirrors in the eyes are reflecting the fear We can't hide cruel commands We will see their last stand From the heart where we belong We are blind to the wasteland beyond See the sands of time play with prophecies We always end up losing to life's guarantee Barren promises feed on your demise The challenge to be free is a lost enterprise We can't hide cruel commands We will see their last stand From the heart where we belong Yet we all know why the cruel commandments came along Forever blind to the wasteland beyond