Where a tyrant reigns, his power unfolds.
How many more must die by the mighty duke's hand,
As he wields his rule over this sorrowful land?
The cries of the innocent echo in the air,
As the oppressed souls bear the weight of despair.
Their tears flow like rivers, their hopes grow thin,
While the duke revels in the pain they're in.
With a heart of darkness and an iron fist,
He inflicts his cruelty without a twist.
His greed and ambition know no bounds,
As he tramples on lives without a single sound.
The people's voices are silenced by fear,
As they live under a constant cloud of despair.
They yearn for justice, for a glimmer of light,
To break the chains of the duke's oppressive might.
But who shall stand up, who shall be brave,
To challenge the tyrant, his evil to stave?
For heroes are rare in these desperate times,
When darkness prevails, obscuring the lines.
Oh, how many more must perish, must fall,
Before this reign of terror meets its end?
Before freedom emerges from the depths of thrall,
And the people rise, casting off their dreadful pall.
So let us unite, let our voices be heard,
In solidarity, our power will be stirred.
For together we can break the mighty duke's chains,
And bring an end to the suffering, the pains.
Let us stand tall, let us fight for our right,
To live in a world where justice shines bright.
With hope in our hearts, we'll face the fight's might,
How many more must die? We'll end this plight!