My soul has been torn from me and I am bleeding
My lungs they have been scorched and I am crying
All the beauty around me fades and I am screaming
I am the last of the blood elves and I am dying

Last night I heard the voice of my last companion

The roar of a dragon’s breath and then I was alone

I thought of the days gone by when we were millions

But I know that I soon must die the last of elfen kind

My soul has been torn from me and I am bleeding
My lungs they have been scorched and I am crying
All the beauty around me fades and I am screaming
I am the last of the blood elves and I am dying

This morning the sun did rise, in the sickly green sky

The mist was the colour of grass and the winds they did sigh

I stood to take a breath, it was my last one

From within came the scorch of death and now I am undone

My soul has been torn from me and I am bleeding
My lungs they have been scorched and I am crying
All the beauty around me fades and I am screaming
I am the last of the blood elves and I am dying

Oh now that we are all gone there’s no more Fural

The Empire is no more, it’s no use lamenting

Who will be next in line? All for the slaughter

The lycanthropes or the dwarves or your sons and daughters

My soul has been torn from me and I am bleeding
My lungs they have been scorched and I am crying
All the beauty around me fades and I am screaming
I am the last of the blood elves and I am dying

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