Divico by Eluveitie
[Whispered]
A clan of lords, of noble birth
[Screamed]
So 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
[Choir:]
I was free
[Singer:]
Like the raven soaring
Across your meadows
Like the bear
Roaming through your woods
[Choir:]
I was king
[Singer:]
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
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