Paroles:
Eluveitie Slania

Catoues caletoi urit namantas anrimius ro- te isarnilin -urextont, Au glannabi rhenus Ad ardus alpon, Tou' magisa matua Tou' brigas iuerilonas Budinas

Grim battles against countless foes Have steeled you from the shores of the Rhine To the top of the Alps, your fair meadows Your rank heath lands The

: Papon in tauile Dera ougra louchint in nemisi Trinoxtion samoni sindiu

: The calling wind on my face Waving from the summoning of giants That heals my soul The virile fragrance of alpine tor The blowing breath of this fold

: What did I close in here? I can't remember ever shedding tears o'spite On this ground, cropping up the fatal frontline Like a soot-blackened palisade

: In a virgin world primeval A newborn bullcalf emerged Wondrous and celestial Three cranes to be its witness and droves Its honour mantled the face

: A murky presage roaming the land To silence the skylarks chant The somber kiss is at hand To impart the crimson robe Heed the darksome maid Dancing

: The light, the life, the strength, the harvest, gratefulness In four moons the antlered on will go to rest

: catoues caletoi urit namantas anrimius ro- te isarnilin -urextont, Au glannabi rhenus Ad ardus alpon, Tou' magisa matua Tou' brigas iuerilonas Budinas