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We are the voice of buried knowledge, the eternal life among the trees

We sent the wise to teach you well, here is where the heroes rest in peace, guide your sword and bless your soul

Some brothers got away to be free, to keep our tales alive

Here we are again, marching northward, searching our site

Some others are still living in our sacred oak shrines

To save you, to embrace you, to make us reborn

Finally we reached the province, their paradise, the city of lies

And forced to mix with them again to serve Amyntas well

Close to being absorbed by Rome, we can't give up

We gotta defend our land with honor, blood and sacrifice.

We can't be killed by the passage of time

We made history, we've built our line

From words of the old ones to our childs

The mountains screamed our name, Galatians.

After all this time, the paths we've crossed from day to night

We saw the darkness, we met the evil

For our fallen cantons, tetrarchs and buried people

We will never surrender to the arms of the eagle.