Songtext von Rebel Of The Marshlands

Wyrd has woven our path, now a tyrant rules our land A beheaded people we are, our power in a dark one's hand A final hope remains for those with the will to resist To rally behind his name and defy the bastard's rule The joy of a battle won like lightning swept away Our kingdom seized by those with the serpent's eye Rebel of the marshlands, banished to the shade Defender of our honour, a prisoner of time Forgotten freedom fighter, outlaw of the fens The spirit of the warder shall rise in us again