Gray Sublime Archon — Eluveitie

I raise my hand against ye, thief! For we're accustomed to receive, Not to give hostages Hear these words! Deeds are overt!

As chaos evolves In worthless lies

A crucial congress At Sa?nes banks

Gray sublime archon I've been called Through all these years I bore up Now may we all stay the course This day

I raise my hand against it all I question now, did I fail? Or retain our dignity And shelter of this defilement?