The Balance of Wings

by Epiphany sola Gratia

A year after the Blight, Alistair is king and struggling with his responsibilities and his personal losses. While undertaking a diplomatic mission into the Cauldron valley, things do not go as planned. He meets a woman who helps change his perspective.

68. Interlude 22: Let Us Hang All Tyrants

Interlude 22: Let Us Hang All the Tyrants

Ferelden Folk Song

Let us hang all the tyrants,

Hang them high by their heels,

`Til their faces turn red

And they wish themselves dead,

Knowing then how all Ferelden feels."

Let us hang all the tyrants,

So their robes flap in the breeze

And they are chilled to their bones,

Apart from their thrones,

Turning blue as their fingers freeze.

Let us hang all the tyrants

So they can truly look down

As we stand beneath,

Strong in our belief,

Mocking a head without a crown.

Let us hang all the tyrants

Ye women and men

Let them remain as a warning,

To look at morning after morning,

That we will not suffer tyrants again!