Mountain Men

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 nation bleed
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.

Mountain Men
Hear the call now!
Fight tyranny's cold hand
Mountain Men
From the harsh land!
Cast of your chains and the burning shackles.

Fortresses they took one by one
With success came support from the highborn class
We grant you aid to dethrone our king for financial prosperity
The 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 return.

Halfway to the council of the realm
Ambushed by rivals in disguise he met his demise
By the blade of greed he fell down.

Mountain Men
Heard the call and
Fought tyranny's cold hand
Mountain Men
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
In piracy.