The false king
made himself a throne
Gathered people
and called them his own

Fighting for the freedom lost so long ago
The king tyrant remained cruel
Reaping all they sow
Crumbling for the kings name

Smiting down without compassion, without regret
Cruel and cold, no remorse
Changes truth to words once said
No heart to care

Despair no more
The false promise broken to dust
All be destroyed
Even faith shall rust

Though all be lost
We shall stand
Do not mind the cost
Faith in our hand

With the heart only we obtain
The loss not in vain

Will not bow
Will not change
Never surrender
Never change