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Imi gdonios riios rijiaspe toutias |
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The mountains trembled |
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When the Antumnos' doors opened wide |
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The ancient one stepped forth |
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To bring to justice the grim tyrants |
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A withered-skinned old man |
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Divine Logos upon him |
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His words alike the arrows in his quiver |
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We followed him |
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Our ears tethered to the divine tongue |
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The ancient wise of Antumnos |
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Our burning strength - our beacon light - our freedom's drown |
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On the day of strife |
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Two daughters born in pain |
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To the reign of life |
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Their dawning glory will shine |
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"Seseroneos! Ferocious giant o Tauriscus! You wroth bull |
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Long enough have you trampled over these lands!" |
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A raddled aged man |
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Vanquished the oppressor |
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And reclaimed the lands of the West |
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Our salvation - our victory |
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As our lands bloomed again |
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And Celtos' children grew |
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Ogmios returned to Antumnos |
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To attend Gobanno's feast |