Black elderberry plants wave in the wind
I hear the torrents pouring into the sea
In the distance, I see the wreck of a galley re
And I see the fatal work
I remember...
Their ships wander on our seas
Our ships against their galleys
A time torn apart by war
Where they laid low our lands
Written by Pierre-Alexandre Plessix for Catuvolcus © 2012-2013

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