Divico Eluveitie

Whispered
A clan of lords, of noble birth
Screamed
So it is told
The Tigurine tribe

Into this green and fruitful land
We came in times
In times immemorial
Into this vale
Lush and beautiful
Jor and Lacu Eburodunos
Became my home
Haven of my very soul
Your plains I walked
On your ground I am

Choir:
I was free
Singer:
Like the raven soaring
Across your meadows
Like the bear
Roaming through your woods
Choir:
I was king
Singer:
Like the ancient oak
Standing enthroned
This old man
I have become