Текст (слова) песни: Forefather - 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 ones hand
A final hope remains for those with the will to resist
To rally behind his name and defy the bastards rule

The joy of a battle won like lightning swept away
Our kingdom seized by those with the serpents 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

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A New Dawn
For These Shores
Keep Marching On
Ours is the Kingdom
Out Of Darkness
Proud to be Proud
Rebel of the Marshlands
Smashed by Fate
The Fighting Man
The Folk that Time Forgot
The Golden Dragon
The Last Battle
The Paths Of Yesterdays
The Sea-Kings
The Shield-Wall
Threads of Time
To the Mountains They Fled
Together They Stood
When Our England Died
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