Wills of steel in irons lie,
time has come to live or die.
Keys were forged by some untrue,
distraction raised with ballyhoo.
Rebellion led in silent stage,
hatred bred from inner rage.
Blood was shed by most in part,
battle won of those with heart.
The castle fell to truth that day,
and righteousness has had its' way.
Throne returned to royalty,
longing naught for dignity.
Price of freedom is very dear,
souls that wander we can hear.
Stains of justice still recalls,
Bless these walls in Haggards' Halls.
Ref: Haggard's Halls ( III )
