The Essence Of The Ashes - Eluveitie

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 the pitchfork with the sword

And sound the anthem of sheer rebellion

Enough!

Once too often!

Enough is enough!

We strive not for war

We just crave to have our home

We just seek to have our rights

That our fathers used to have

But we tasted the grime and blood

We tasted the essence of ashes

A glowing spark

Rising up from blazing flames

To lead the forlorn and the wroth

The epitome of hope and freedom

A daring venture

A frenetic attempt

When Amandus was slain

The Bagundae still sang