Ategnatos [Turkish translation]

On the winnow fields

They beheld the gate

Trembling with fear

And afraid to forfeit

Anxiously

They clinged to table scrabs

As if to aver

Their deprivation

And the swine crowed round

The shining lot of pearls

With empty hands

The high king reigns

Nothing but light

The raven flies

A fool is the slave

Who fears not his fetters

But watches over them with jealousy

On the winnow fields

They beheld their lives

Paralysed with fear

In the presence of the Vergobret

So they cherished

Doctrines of denial

And wallowed

In poor men's tales

And the swine crowed round

The shining lot of pearls

Just like the vultures

Grave cadaveric flesh

With empty hands

The high king reigns

Nothing but light

The raven flies

With empty hands

The high king reigns

Nothing but light

The raven flies

• Artist:Eluveitie
• Album:Ategnatos (2019)