Letras:
Eluveitie

: While the noose is tightening You still sit here on your fleeting throne So busy with your own little feuds And your own blinker crowns But we all

: I, the vermin, the leader, the failure Brother, I shall not weep when you meet your doom Not again I shall be your saviour This nation is moribund,

: We set forth A retinue With steed and cart So we roved the land Stealthily We sallied out To find new shores As the passage led Set sail, ye hearts

: Sa senit conectos Onda bocca nene Rionti onda boca ne On barnaunom ponc nit Issintor sies eianepian Digs ne lisantim ne licia Ne rodatim biont Utu

: (Instrumental)

: Immi daga uimpi geneta, lana be??os et' iouintutos. Blatus ceti, cantla carami. Aia gnata uimpi iouinca, pid in cete tu toue suoine, pid uregisi peli

: ba bixse uenerianum ad ebriureco suaueloslan slanossiIetum sualido contilossi (ie sittem mongnatixsouim) [English translation:] We're on the cusp

: And it came to pass in those leaden days That a plain, poor man got sick of his yoke of condemned soil And a foreign empires hungry purse Time to replace

: ne regv. na gandobe inte noviio extincon. papi coriiosed exa o mesamobi molatvs certiognv sveticon pape bovdi. macarni. papon mar nane devorbvetid