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Men die of old, that’s the way life intended
Folk should not beg for hope
Wealth to the Lords, drink their wine, fill their bellies
No feast for us this night

Gather the men meet at dawn
Come find your way in this world

We rise for the blood of the King
The time to be heard will begin
Stand tall we will never give in
Into the future

Statues of gold, towers high as the mountains
Whispers of rituals old
Long have we groaned, with no hope for tomorrow
Fingers worn to the bone

Gather the men meet at dawn
Come force your way in this world

We rise for the blood of the King
The time to be heard will begin
Stand tall we will never give in
Into the future
We rise at the edge of the world
Our tale soon to be told
Listen to me I’m not God but free

Now, on the dawn of a new day
As twilight stalks the earth
It’s the age of modern men
It’s the age of our rebirth
Raise your glass to victory
Make a toast for we are free
It’s the age of modern men

Dream of the lands beyond the sea
All the stories of the world
It’s the age of modern men
It’s the age of our rebirth
Raise your glass to victory
Make a toast for we are free
It’s the age of modern men

We rise for the blood of the King
The time to be heard will begin
Stand tall we will never give in
Into the future
We rise at the edge of the world
Our tale soon to be told
Listen to me I’m not God but free

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