paroles de chanson Your Gaulish War - Eluveitie

Fraught with so much greed, imperial needs
Satisfy your hunger for might and blood
With greedy claws the eagle flew
Leaving chaos and widows on his hunt

We do not accept to bear the half-moon on our feet
Nor to bow to the laurel wreath

"Haec terra mea est", the urge of your want
Spurring the horse towards the devastating end
It's the pauper that accrouches, bared indigence
Your need should cost unnumbered lives

Might and riches you have sought
Willing to pay the price in human lives

Well, how does it feel, the blood on your hands?
I hope you had a ball in effacing lives
Well, how does it feel, the blood on your hands?
I hope the gold you've won bestows you delight

False and fallacious, killing and omnivorous
Depleting the value of human life
But we always knew, you came with fortune
And one day you'd come with steel

We did not accept to bear the half-moon on our feet
A tort that pays it wage death?

Well, how does it feel, the blood on your hands?
I hope you had a ball in effacing lives
Well, how does it feel, the blood on your hands?
I hope the gold you've won bestows you delight

Fraught with so much greed, imperial needs
Satisfy your hunger for might and blood
With greedy claws the eagle flew
Leaving chaos and widows on his hunt

Might and riches you have sought
Willing to pay the price in human lives

Standing at the top of all the ruins you have left
Watch our wives remigrate with crooked backs

Well, how does it feel, the blood on your hands?
I hope you had a ball in effacing lives
Well, how does it feel, the fucking blood on your hands?
I hope the gold bestows you delight