Eluveitie - Thousandfold lyrics
[Eluveitie - Thousandfold lyrics]
Of words that make the outlines
Blur on the showplace of made history
The folk is willed
To parrot the dishes up tale
The lure of a higher meaning
Cheat to had to create an enemy stereotype
To receive your absolution
A frothy poor excuse for your foray
To disengage from deeps of your encumbrance
Behold all our gold
Thousandfold bereave me
Declined truths ensign
Forever mine bereave me
March in with ten legions
Whilst the crucial weapons not the pilum
But the feather held in your hand
Penned in blood
Your tall tales rule the forum
Altering it into the battlefield
I, the spectral guise
Evoking these barring fears
Pestering your conscript fathers
I smile at my demise and while I die
I cherish the roots of my perseverance
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