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3000 years have past
These empty plains so vast
They call me home
To the lands that we once roamed
The ancient hillsides cry
And make my spirit fly
Back through space and time
To the lands that once were mine

Brothers are gone from battles past
Wounds still aching, home is in sight
I walk down the roads, forgotten by time
To return to my shire, in the greenest hills
The deeds of my life lay plain as i pass the ruins along the withered path
As night falls, my forefathers spirits will watch my steps from velvet skies

‘twas always my pleasure to serve your treasure

And lo' i hear the bagpipes
Face down in the heather
No regrets
No time left

Slain in the glorious fight
Morrigan calls me
No time left
And no regrets

I've travelled these lands, far and near
In search of the tavern with best of beer
With the mead and wine and ale we scored
With battle hardened folk
Within these strangest of days
Through an honorless, forsaken maze
We cherish the wisdom and years of our elders campfire tales

Some of us count the moments 'til end
Some of us hope for the world to mend
Perhaps it's time for our return into the ways of old
My arms like branches reach to the skies
My limbs take root in the earthen dirt
And i rejoice in the tree of life's splendid embrace

Shouts ring through the fog
Out on the moors in this day
My fortune realized in
The company i've made
And as the setting sunlight colors
Clouds across the sky
I find my way back to my home

‘twas always my pleasure to serve your treasure

And lo' i hear the bagpipes
Face down in the heather
No regrets
No time left

Slain in the glorious fight
Morrigan calls me
No time left
And no regrets

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