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
is a plague that must now come to end
fight tyranny's cold hand
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
misled to the shade of stage
halfway to the council of the realm
ambushed by rivals in disguise he met his demise
by the blade of greed he fell down
fought tyranny's cold hand
cast of their chains and the burnings shackles
the king was dethroned and fled head over heels
and he ended his life in disgrace