Dancing in a Hurricane Epica

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 nations torn
Passage gone
A war unknown to us all

Waiting to see your conviction
Swallowing proud premonitions
Clinging on to hope that slowly dies

Standing in the ruins of nature
Caused by forces born from danger
Cleaning hands where virtues live on ice

[Bridge]
In mother’s scorn
Blood was born
A war unknown to us all