Mountain Men - Falconer

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