"Ellomin" - Lyrics
Added 2024-10-19 19:08:23 +0000 UTCThe golden field of Ellomin, roll across the hills
They stretch on for miles, all the way until
A dark, ornate cathedral, towers above the plains
Home to sleeping paladins, that we pray never wake
Cursed into a slumber, the Dread Templar remain
’Til the one who spoke their curse lands both feet in the grave
Raise a glass to Old Regalia, wherever she may be
We the farmers of the field, owe her everything
But it’s been a hundred years
We need to plan, for fear
Sharpen every sword
And polish every spear
Ellomin is home
And we’ll do what it takes
To defend our people
When the Dread Templar awake
