In the dying days of winter
Light a candle from the embers
We will sing and we'll remember
Tigana
Sing the towers of Avalle
Of the sea-sand gilded yellow
Of the god and Micaela
Tigana
Where he chose her as his lover
Gave her sons a lasting glory
We have always told the story
Tigana
Now the tales are turned to ashes
And our books are burnt to cinders
And our statues smashed to splinters
Tigana
Now there's none who can remember
None can hear and understand, o
From Chiara to Certando
Tigana
For our name is riven from us
From ourselves and from our children
And its memory is hidden
Tigana
Those who perished at the Deisa
Are the fortunate among us
Like a rag this war has wrung us
Tigana
So we cry to bright Eanna
And to Morian of the Portals
This is wine too strong for mortals
Tigana
With the Ember Days before us
As the night begins to darken
We will pray the gods to hearken
Tigana
For a past that has been taken
And a future that lies broken
And a name that can't be spoken
Tigana
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