Bound For Glory Fall Of The Tyrants
Ruthless evil has been set upon your land. Motivated by
a tyrant’s greed. Your hands have been shackled, your
mind’s been stolen. But the will of the people remains
free. A tyrant rules the land with a blood-soaked hand.
And turned the people’s dreams to the mud. But he is
not a man if he lives for the gold instead of the sake
of his people’s blood.
It’s the fall of the tyrants, the people defiant to the
twisted rules of authority. It’s the fall of the
tyrants, the beast has been silenced, now broken are
the bonds of slavery. It’s the fall of the tyrants, and
their crumbling empire which was driven by their power
lust. It’s the fall of the tyrants, their cruelty
backfired now their reign has turned to the dust.
Living for pleasure whatever the measure, only caring
about your own wealth. Enslaving the people to support
your own evil, you don’t care about your nation’s
health. But now the people have risen, they’ve made a
decision, revolution it will start tonight. To take
back the gold that they once had stole and return it to
the people’s right.
From lightning we will build a new country, on great
anvils over the centuries. From sacrifices and hammer
blows we will forge ourselves a destiny of iron.
It’s the fall of the tyrants, the people defiant to the
twisted rules of authority. It’s the fall of the
tyrants, the beast has been silenced, now broken are
the bonds of slavery. It’s the fall of the tyrants, and
their crumbling empire which was driven by their power
lust. It’s the fall of the tyrants, their cruelty
backfired now their reign has turned to the dust.
After years of decadent misery, the chains have been
broken. We are finally free.
