[Intro]
C Em
C Em
[Verse 1]
The golden fields
of
C
Ellomin
roll across the
Em
hills
They stretch on
C
for miles
Em
all the way until
A dark ornate
C
cathedral
towers above the
Em
plains
Home to sleeping
C
paladins that
Em
we pray never wake
Am
Cursed into a slumber
the
Em
dread templar remain
Am
\'Til the one who spoke
their curse lands
C
both feet in the grave
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[Verse 2]
Raise a glass to
Am
Old Regalia
Em
Wherever she may be
Am
We the farmers of the
fiеld owe her
Em
evеrything
Am
But it\'s been a
C
hundred years
We need to plan
Em
for fear
C
Sharpen every sword
and
Am
polish every spear
C
Ellomin is home and
we\'ll
Em
do what it takes
To defend our people
when the
Am
dread templar awake
Am