The Slightest Ones [Latvian translation]

Mercy for the elves who guard their lives with faith

Our hands do weight them down, but their kind hearts will forgive the weight

Arlathan fell so deep onto the ocean floor

Currents of hate will so challenge their fate

Mercy for the elves who marched with us through fire

Stood with Andraste as she rose against the empire

Can we pay the cost for the allies we have lost in fear?

Our hands of pain will so threaten their name

If we climb through our doubt we can sympathize

When the slightest unite, then a giant will rise

Slightest unite then a giant will rise

Mercy for the elves who wander through the night

Dalish father roams, will the Dalish son survive the fight?

How can we deny what their number can supply the Realm?

Slightest unite then a giant will rise

When the slightest unite then a giant will rise