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A people enslaved by the laws and lies of the book

Hear freedom’s call

Corrupt clerics clinging to the power they once took

The priest must die

One fateful day in this land a little bastard boy is born

Hear freedom’s call

Shunned by his society his youth is lonely and forlorn

The priest must die

(chorus)

Rise warrior, out of the night

March sword king, into the light

Fight the battle, now stand your ground

Slay the enemy, war drums resound

Poverty is all he knows, petty crime his single goal

Hear freedom’s call

Vengeful wrath and rebellion are burning in his soul

The priest must die

One day thrown in jail for breaking religious rules

Hear freedom’s call

But one day he will surely crush all the holy fools

The priest must die

(chorus)

Finally he breaks free

Rising for all to see

War is upon the land

The king will make his stand

Angry young people flock to the self-proclaimed king

Sound the drums of war

By the thousands they march while battle hymns they sing

Sound the drums of war

The clerics try to crush the rebels but they are too late

Sound the drums of war

Their holy buildings soon to be destroyed by fate

Sound the drums of war

(chorus)

All holiness defiled by the rise of the warrior king

Hail to the king

Holy books are burned everywhere blasphemy does ring

Hail to the king

The slaves of the book are destroyed once and for all

Hail to the king

Glory abounds for those who heeded the sword king’s call

Hail to the king

(chorus)