| I still hear the screams of my lover torn from me
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| Still taste the salt of her tears on my face
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| As they left me for dying my shattered corpse writhed
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| On a pyre of anger I choked on the stench of disgrace
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| Flint and bone are all we wield
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| Against the might of Roman steel
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| While eagles stare with mocking eyes
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| Their legions cut us down to size
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| «R'vannith, R’vannith, R’vannith» she cried
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| As the last of her kinsmen fell dead by her side
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| Oh, why could I not stand with my warrior queen
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| There to share sweet release in a death swift and clean?
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| From out of the wildwood they came down upon us
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| These olive skinned butchers that shone like the sun
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| With hate in their dark eyes they robbed us of our lives
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| But left me to weep when the slaughter was done
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| Invaders came to violate
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| To subjugate and legislate
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| Put our homes and farms to fire
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| To feed the greed of their empire
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| «R'vannith, R’vannith, R’vannith» I cried
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| As I grieved for the fallen and wished I had died
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| I heard ravens laugh, stripping the flesh from her bones
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| Well fed by the Senate and People of Rome
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| Two thousand years pass by yet still they hold sway here
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| Their Empire is holy, its motives the same
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| They’ve traded their spears for the cross that man fears
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| Those who nailed Him up high now rule in his name
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| Invaders come to violate
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| To subjugate and legislate
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| Believing their forefathers' crimes
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| Give them the right to twist our minds
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| «R'vannith, R’vannith, R’vannith» we’ll cry
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| When the last of our freedom is crushed by a lie
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| New legions of pious hypocrisy ride
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| To baptise us in blood, an unstoppable tide |