Rise کے بول

In the service of kings I stand For centuries I preserved the coven The pride of all men The kingdom-wide compels me To honor their names and faith A new doctrine came forth that day To end a strife, to relieve a burden My intent was pure, the king's was not Noble my act, he deceived to shame my name How was I so blind to see? I must call on the dead I've served I command you to Rise! Oise! oh rise! Rise! Oise! oh rise! Made victim of fates unseen I must work to restore the truth The king sought change to topple the balance Dispense with those that stand to impede his reign Brilliant the scheme the plain he laid But the price for betrayal must be paid so Rise! Oise! oh rise! Rise! Oise! oh rise! Rise!