Texty: Eluveitie. Everything Remains: As It Never Was. The Essence Of The Ashes.

And it came to pass
In those leaden days

That a plain, poor man
Got sick of his yoke
Of condemned soil
And foreign empires hungry purse

Time to replace
Pitchfork with 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 the rights
That our fathers used to have

We strive not for war
We just crave to have our home
We just seek to have the rights
That our fathers used to have

We tasted grime and blood
We know the essence of ashes

A glowing spark
Rising up from blazing flames
To lead the forlorn and wrath
The epitome of hope

A daring venture
A frantic attempt
When Amandus was slain
The Bagundae still sang

We strive not for war
We just crave to have our home
We just seek to have the rights
That our fathers used to have

We strive not for war
We just crave to have our home
We just seek to have the rights
That our fathers used to have

Enough
Once too often
Enough
Is enough

We strive not for war
We just crave to have our home
We just seek to have the rights
That our fathers used to have

We strive not for war
We just crave to have our home
We just seek to have the rights
That our fathers used to have

We tasted grime and blood
We know the essence of ashes