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 one's hand

A final hope remains for those with the will to resist

To rally behind his name and defy the bastard's rule

The joy of a battle won like lightning swept away

Our kingdom seized by those with the serpent's 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