| There was a time when by the axe we ruled
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| And Aquilonia was at our feet
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| We were men before we were kings
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| That never knew the word defeat
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| Crown of iron
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| Crown of iron
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| There is a time the burden drags ever on
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| Adders conspire betrayal schemes
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| A toast with wine to all the battles fought
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| Let others dream imperial dreams
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| Crown of iron
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| Crown of iron
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| Now we look back with sadness in our eyes
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| Adventure and lust are memories past
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| Glory days are over, honour is what we’ve kept
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| Thus to die free at last
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| There comes a time of great weariness
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| And the throne room becomes a cage
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| Upon our brows the crowns cease to sparkle
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| We’re fat, bald and bent with age
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| (Repeat chorus) |