Tiomnadh nan Treubhan: Òran Alora Bloodborne[Legacy of the Tribes: Song of Alora

Tiomnadh nan Treubhan: Òran Alora Bloodborne

Aig briseadh an latha, eadar craobh is gleann, Bidh ceòl an nàdair ag èirigh le gaoith. Tha na beanntan a’ glaodhach, an t-uisge a’ ruith, Ach tha sàmhchair cho domhainn ri dorchadas oidhche.

Chunnaic sinn blàr, chuala sinn caoineadh, Na sgàilean air lùbadh, na gaisgich air fàs. Ach tha dùil nar cridhe, tha dòchas nar sùil, Oir thig Alora Bloodborne, le saighdearan a’ ghruaim.

Co-chruinnich, mo shluagh, fon ghealach is grian, Fuirichibh làidir, bidh an t-àm a’ tighinn. Le fuil is le teine, le gàirdeachas cruaidh, Bidh aonachd nar n-anam, nar n-ainm, nar n-uaisle.

Thig Alora dhachaigh, le cliù air a h-ainm, Bidh na craobhan a’ sèinn, bidh na h-eòin a’ dannsa. Aig ceann a’ chogaidh, bidh saorsa nar làmh, Agus nàdar ag èigheachd: “Thig air ais, Alora!”

Òrain nan Seann Làithean // Songs Sung of Old

Aig oidhche nan reultan, fo sgàil nam beann, Bidh guthan nan Sythian a’ seinn airson saorsa. Le sgiathan na gaoithe, bidh Elven a’ dannsa, Fonn nan craobh, fuil nan laoch.

Thog na daoine an claidheamh, dh’èirich iad le gaisge, Sìth fo sheann ghealach, cogaidh fo sholas na grèine. Tha an talamh a’ glaodhach, a’ feitheamh an rìgh, Alora Bloodborne, thig dhachaigh!

Co-chruinnich na treubhan, Sythian, Elven, is Daoine, Fo bhratach aonachd, fon fhuil is an àthas. Bidh na h-armachd ag èigheachd, bidh na cridheachan làidir, Tha an àm a’ tighinn, tha an àm a’ tighinn!

Thig Alora le teine, le draoidheachd is stoirm, Bidh na h-aibhnichean a’ ruith, bidh na h-uisgeachan ciùin. Nar n-aonachd, nar n-òran, nar n-ainm, nar n-uaisle, Bidh saorsa nar làmhan, bidh Alora nar ceann.

Coda: Tiomnadh nan Treubhan // Legacy of the Tribes

Bidh na h-òrain a’ sèinn tron oidhche is latha, Bidh na gaisgich a’ dùsgadh, bidh na treubhan aonaichte. Aig deireadh an t-sabaid, fon ghrèin is fon ghealach, Bidh Alora nar n-aisling, nar n-dòchas, nar n-gaol.

At daybreak, between tree and glen, nature’s music rises on the wind. The mountains call, the waters run, yet a silence lies as deep as the darkness of night.

We witnessed battle, we heard the weeping; shadows bent, and warriors grew. Yet expectation fills our hearts, and hope shines in our eyes, for Alora Bloodborne comes with the warriors of the gloom.

Gather, my people, beneath moon and sun; stand strong, for the time draws near. With blood and fire, with fierce rejoicing, unity shall dwell in our souls, our names, and our nobility.

Alora shall return home, her name renowned; the trees shall sing, and the birds shall dance. When the war is done, freedom shall be in our grasp, and nature shall cry out: "Return, Alora!"

Songs of Old

On the night of the stars, beneath the shadow of the peaks, the voices of the Sythians sing for freedom. On the wings of the wind, the Elven dance—the melody of the trees, the blood of heroes. The people raised their swords, they rose with valour; peace beneath the old moon, war beneath the sunlight. The land cries out, awaiting the queen—Alora Bloodborne, come home!

Gather the tribes—Scythian, Elven, and Human—under the banner of unity, amidst the blood and the joy. Weapons will ring out, hearts will be strong; the time is coming, the time is coming!

Alora comes with fire, with magic and storm; rivers will flow, waters will be calm. In our unity, our song, our name, our nobility: freedom in our hands, Alora at our head.

Coda: Legacy of the Tribes

Songs will ring out through night and day; warriors will awaken, the tribes united. At the end of the battle, beneath sun and moon, Alora will be our dream, our hope, our love.
[Tiomnadh nan Treubhan: Òran Alora Bloodborne[Legacy of the Tribes: Song of Alora Bloodborne] [Alorawithdragon Music 2026 (c) All Rights Reserved]

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Tiomnadh nan Treubhan: Òran Alora Bloodborne Aig briseadh an latha, eadar craobh is gleann, Bidh ceòl an nàdair ag èirigh le gaoith. Tha na beanntan a’ glaodhach, an t-uisge a’ ruith, Ach tha sàmhchair cho domhainn ri dorchadas oidhche. Chunnaic sinn blàr, chuala sinn caoineadh, Na sgàilean air lùbadh, na gaisgich air fàs. Ach tha dùil nar cridhe, tha dòchas nar sùil, Oir thig Alora Bloodborne, le saighdearan a’ ghruaim. Co-chruinnich, mo shluagh, fon ghealach is grian, Fuirichibh làidir, bidh an t-àm a’ tighinn. Le fuil is le teine, le gàirdeachas cruaidh, Bidh aonachd nar n-anam, nar n-ainm, nar n-uaisle. Thig Alora dhachaigh, le cliù air a h-ainm, Bidh na craobhan a’ sèinn, bidh na h-eòin a’ dannsa. Aig ceann a’ chogaidh, bidh saorsa nar làmh, Agus nàdar ag èigheachd: “Thig air ais, Alora!” Òrain nan Seann Làithean // Songs Sung of Old Aig oidhche nan reultan, fo sgàil nam beann, Bidh guthan nan Sythian a’ seinn airson saorsa. Le sgiathan na gaoithe, bidh Elven a’ dannsa, Fonn nan craobh, fuil nan laoch. Thog na daoine an claidheamh, dh’èirich iad le gaisge, Sìth fo sheann ghealach, cogaidh fo sholas na grèine. Tha an talamh a’ glaodhach, a’ feitheamh an rìgh, Alora Bloodborne, thig dhachaigh! Co-chruinnich na treubhan, Sythian, Elven, is Daoine, Fo bhratach aonachd, fon fhuil is an àthas. Bidh na h-armachd ag èigheachd, bidh na cridheachan làidir, Tha an àm a’ tighinn, tha an àm a’ tighinn! Thig Alora le teine, le draoidheachd is stoirm, Bidh na h-aibhnichean a’ ruith, bidh na h-uisgeachan ciùin. Nar n-aonachd, nar n-òran, nar n-ainm, nar n-uaisle, Bidh saorsa nar làmhan, bidh Alora nar ceann. Coda: Tiomnadh nan Treubhan // Legacy of the Tribes Bidh na h-òrain a’ sèinn tron oidhche is latha, Bidh na gaisgich a’ dùsgadh, bidh na treubhan aonaichte. Aig deireadh an t-sabaid, fon ghrèin is fon ghealach, Bidh Alora nar n-aisling, nar n-dòchas, nar n-gaol. At daybreak, between tree and glen, nature’s music rises on the wind. The mountains call, the waters run, yet a silence lies as deep as the darkness of night. We witnessed battle, we heard the weeping; shadows bent, and warriors grew. Yet expectation fills our hearts, and hope shines in our eyes, for Alora Bloodborne comes with the warriors of the gloom. Gather, my people, beneath moon and sun; stand strong, for the time draws near. With blood and fire, with fierce rejoicing, unity shall dwell in our souls, our names, and our nobility. Alora shall return home, her name renowned; the trees shall sing, and the birds shall dance. When the war is done, freedom shall be in our grasp, and nature shall cry out: "Return, Alora!" Songs of Old On the night of the stars, beneath the shadow of the peaks, the voices of the Sythians sing for freedom. On the wings of the wind, the Elven dance—the melody of the trees, the blood of heroes. The people raised their swords, they rose with valour; peace beneath the old moon, war beneath the sunlight. The land cries out, awaiting the queen—Alora Bloodborne, come home! Gather the tribes—Scythian, Elven, and Human—under the banner of unity, amidst the blood and the joy. Weapons will ring out, hearts will be strong; the time is coming, the time is coming! Alora comes with fire, with magic and storm; rivers will flow, waters will be calm. In our unity, our song, our name, our nobility: freedom in our hands, Alora at our head. Coda: Legacy of the Tribes Songs will ring out through night and day; warriors will awaken, the tribes united. At the end of the battle, beneath sun and moon, Alora will be our dream, our hope, our love. [Tiomnadh nan Treubhan: Òran Alora Bloodborne[Legacy of the Tribes: Song of Alora Bloodborne] [Alorawithdragon Music 2026 (c) All Rights Reserved]

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