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