A bountied legion, risen from the light They lay us under siege, avarice and might In an armour forged of guile and of deceit They will find no shelter here
Trade is a sword A mighty weapon of war The Merchant Princes call And they wield Trade as a sword
Fly to Korell - watcher, enemy Dull the tyrant’s blade, prove your loyalty Spread our conquest not by glory but by gain Building iron atomic reign
Son of Smyrno, heed my plight Bless my atomic steel this night Son of Korrell, now behold Iron and coal will turn to gold
Sons of Smyrno sacrificed Hostage now to greed and vice Sons of Korell, honour sold In Foundation's strangleholdTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
