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 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