by Being trapped in the city
Isn't all that bad.
The people in this tavern,
My tavern,
Don't remember freedom.
My sweet
Ruinous city I wanted
To protect.
The magic of freedom is gone
Thanks to a select few.
That tower
In the center of the city,
You've seen it, right?
In the pinnacle
Is a stone.
Touch it, and gain freedom.
Long ago, when freedom was lost
I saw a man.
He went in the tower
And never came back.
The stone,
It isn't meant
To cause death.
Tell me, would you
Take that chance,
To free the city
From my stone?
Isn't all that bad.
The people in this tavern,
My tavern,
Don't remember freedom.
My sweet
Ruinous city I wanted
To protect.
The magic of freedom is gone
Thanks to a select few.
That tower
In the center of the city,
You've seen it, right?
In the pinnacle
Is a stone.
Touch it, and gain freedom.
Long ago, when freedom was lost
I saw a man.
He went in the tower
And never came back.
The stone,
It isn't meant
To cause death.
Tell me, would you
Take that chance,
To free the city
From my stone?
