clan of Lords of noble birth
So the it is told 
The tigurine tribe 

Into this green and [bad word] land 
We came in times, in times immemorial 
Into this vale lush and beautiful 
Jor and lacu eburodunos 
Became my home 
Haven of my very soul 
Your plains I walked 
On your ground I am 

I was free like the raven soaring 
Across your meadows 
Like the bear roaming through your woods 
I was king like the ancient oak 
Standing enthroned 
This old man I have [bad word] 

I never thought that 
I'd once not be laid to rest 
In your dear and precious soil 
As I look back 
At the twilight of my days 
Upright I stand with my head held high 
Your son I am 
Chieftain of the Tigurine 
I've lived my life, [bad word] my race