Taxes raised by the union king,
A blockade in his back for the days of the wars.
- No importation and no exportation is making the
Yet the bailiffs demand their gold,
The uprising is growing for every day.
- The threatening, the torture, the
killing of men
Is a plague that must now come to end, once and for all.
Hear the call now!
From the harsh land!
Cast of your chains and the burning shackles.
Fortresses they took one by
With success came support from the highborn class.
- We grant you aid to dethrone our king for financial prosperity.
crown forced to negotiate,
So they called for a council of all for estates-
- Now we elect you captain of the realm,
So pull back
your forces and return home.
Old and worn, to be forgotten.
Misled to the shade of the stage
But with a plan, he will
Halfway to the council of the realm,
Ambushed by rivals in disguise he met his demise.
By the blade of greed he fell
Heard the call and
Fought tyranny's cold hand.
From the harsh land
Cast their chains
and the burning shackles.
The King was dethroned and fled head over heels
And he ended his life in disgrace,