WIKIpedia: Epica is a Dutch symphonic metal band founded by guitarist and vocalist Mark Jansen Epica's performs a blend of gothic metal and symphonic metal. Another component of Epica's style is power metal[5] with their guitarist Ad Sluijter describing the band as "a bridge between power metal and gothic metal." Vocalist Simone Simons has expressed a preference for the group to be described as symphonic metal[8] though the founder of the group Mark Jansen notes that they do not mind being called gothic metal. The music of Epica is aggressive, bombastic and excessive with some songs being "epic, grand and majestic" and others "more subdued and introspective." The band is also known to have progressive tendencies while a gothic atmosphere and sentimentality is also present in their music. Feint
The very brightest candle of all has been extinguished Smothered by those who could not bear to face reality
Every beat of your heart tore the lies all apart Made foundations quiver Every wave in the lake caused the porcelain to break And I shiver...
The leftover tallow just doesn’t contain All the right answers Under a sea of dust lies a vast wealth of wisdom
An untuched snow turns red Innocence dies
This black page in history is not colourfast, will stain the next All that remains is just a feint of what was meant to be This black page in history is not colourfast, will stain the next And nothing seems in life, in dreams like what was meant to be
Cry For the Moon
Follow your common sense You cannot hide yourself behind a fairytale forever and ever Only by revealing the hole truth can we disclose The soul of this bulwark forever and ever Forever and ever
Indoctrinated minds so very often Contain sick thoughts And commit most of the evil they preach against
Don’t try to convince me with messages from God You accuse us of sins committed by yourselves It’s easy to condemn without looking in the mirror Behind the scenes opens reality
Eternal silence cries out for justice Forgiveness is not for sale Nor is the will to forget
Virginity has been stolen at very young ages And the extinguisher loses it’s immunity Morbid abuse of power in the garden of eden Where the apple gets a youthful face
You can’t go on hiding yourself Behind old fashioned fairytales And keep washing your hands in innocence
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