Eluveitie - Misantropic Division | Текст песни

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A clan of Lords of noble birth
So the it is told
The tigurine tribe

Into this green and fruitful land
We came in times, in times immemorial
Into this vale lush and beautiful
Jor and lacu eburodunos
Became my home
Haven of my very soul
Your plains I walked
On your ground I am

I was free like the raven soaring
Across your meadows
Like the bear roaming through your woods
I was king like the ancient oak
Standing enthroned
This old man I have become

I never thought that
I'd once not be laid to rest
In your dear and precious soil
As I look back
At the twilight of my days
Upright I stand with my head held high
Your son I am
Chieftain of the Tigurine
I've lived my life, I've run my race

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