There came the other day to town
Most angry men of heavy frown
With words too far beyond profane
And metal bows that fired flame
...
Far neath the surface damp and bitter stones
In brooding rings descending form a deeper well
Where hardened hearts and silent mourning souls
In solitude will eager long to exiled dwell
...
Freedom
There came the other day to town
Most angry men of heavy frown
With words too far beyond profane
And metal bows that fired flame
I will not do as others did
I will not hide as others hid
I will not flee as others fled
I care not if they want me dead
I care not for which I may lose
The fear of loss I'd never choose
No matter how they beat me down
I'll never bow to foreign crown
When morning comes and darkness clears
I know not if I'll still be here
I care not in which realm I'll be
I only know, I'll be there free