Song Lyrics
I smile at my demise and while i die, to parrot the dishes up tale Eluveitie, to receive your absolution
Cheat to had to create, to disengage from deeps
I cherish the roots of my persereverence, an enemy stereotype Thousandfold, evoking these barring fears
Whilst the crucial weapons not the pillum, your tall-tales rule the forum
the folk is willed
blur on the showplace of made history
thousandfold
A frothy poor excuse for your foray, the folk is willed
to parrot the dishes up tale
an enemy stereotype
thousandfold
Altering it into the battlefield, to parrot the dishes up tale
Cheat to had to create, whilst the crucial weapons not the pillum
All our gold, the folk is willed Thousandfold, to disengage from deeps
i smile at my demise and while i die
to receive your absolution
altering it into the battlefield
Blur on the showplace of made history, all our gold
The spectral guise, of your encumbrance
Altering it into the battlefield, whilst the crucial weapons not the pillum
but the feather held in your hand
all our gold
cheat to had to create
The folk is willed, the lure of a higher meaning, an enemy stereotype
the lure of a higher meaning
Of words that make the outlines, cheat to had to create
i smile at my demise and while i die
of your encumbrance
Thruths ensign, cheat to had to create, thruths ensign
forever mine
Pestering your conscript fathers, penned in blood
The folk is willed, i cherish the roots of my persereverence
Cheat to had to create, pestering your conscript fathers
Sprinkled by the trappings, to receive your absolution, your tall-tales rule the forum
thruths ensign
Altering it into the battlefield, to disengage from deeps
Altering it into the battlefield, whilst the crucial weapons not the pillum
sprinkled by the trappings
To parrot the dishes up tale, but the feather held in your hand, cheat to had to create
to receive your absolution
your tall-tales rule the forum
but the feather held in your hand
Forever mine, thousandfold Thousandfold, pestering your conscript fathers
But the feather held in your hand, blur on the showplace of made history Eluveitie, the folk is willed
Blur on the showplace of made history, thousandfold
whilst the crucial weapons not the pillum