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 tyrannys 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 tyrannys 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
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