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755 B
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32 lines
755 B
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And it came to pass in those leaden days
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That a plain, poor man got sick of his yoke of condemned soil
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And a foreign empire's hungry purse
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Time to replace pitchfork with sword
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And sound the anthem of sheer rebellion
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Enough
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Once too often
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Enough is enough
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We strive not for war
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We just crave to have our home
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We just seek to have our rights
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That our fathers used to have
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But we tasted the grime and blood
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We tasted the essence of ashes
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A glowing spark
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Rising up from blazing flames
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To lead the forlorn and wroth
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The epitome of hope and freedom
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A daring venture
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A frenetic attempt
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When Amandus was slain
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The Bagaudae still sang
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Name The Essence Of The Ashes
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Artist Eluveitie
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Album Everything Remains [As It Never Was]
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