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 burnings shackles.
 Fortress 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 four 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 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 of their chains and the burnings shackles.
 The king was dethroned and fled head over heels
 and he ended his life in disgrace,
 in piracy.