Rebellion
A tyrant king rules over us,
Einon be his name.
Ruling with a fist of iron,
With steel swords and flame.
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His taxes are pure extortion,
No fair patron he.
How does he fill his giant coffers,
Why from gold from all of thee.
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His father, a tyrant in the past,
But even grimmer is our present.
Take heed my fellow people,
Einon's no friend of peasants.
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Some may wait in hope and pray,
But no dawn will Einon bring.
He's a tyrant, nothing more,
No knight or noble king.
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Freedom fair or slavery,
The time has come to choose.
Tyranny shall not be taken,
We have nothing more to lose.
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He'll run us all into the ground,
Every woman, child and man.
So the time to resist has come,
To take our blades in hand.