Текст песни Ategnatos - Eluveitie
On
the
winnow
fields
They
beheld
the
gate
Trembling
with
fear
And
afraid
to
forfeit
Anxiously
They
clinged
to
table
scrabs
As
if
to
aver
Their
deprivation
And
the
swine
crowed
round
The
shining
lot
of
pearls
With
empty
hands
The
high
king
reigns
Nothing
but
light
The
raven
flies
A
fool
is
the
slave
Who
fears
not
his
fetters
But
watches
over
them
with
jealousy
On
the
winnow
fields
They
beheld
their
lives
Paralysed
with
fear
In
the
presence
of
the
Vergobret
So
they
cherished
Doctrines
of
denial
And
wallowed
In
poor
men's
tales
And
the
swine
crowed
round
The
shining
lot
of
pearls
Just
like
the
vultures
Grave
cadaveric
flesh
With
empty
hands
The
high
king
reigns
Nothing
but
light
The
raven
flies
With
empty
hands
The
high
king
reigns
Nothing
but
light
The
raven
flies
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